The story
He keeps looking up for what the dark might return.
Under a wide black sky, he stands where the daylight has gone, watching stars burn cold above the prairie. The scene feels still, but the silence presses on him like a memory he cannot name, and every light overhead seems to promise something just out of reach. He keeps staring anyway, because the night is the only thing answering back.
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Lyrics
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