Numbered days

As the dark night rises
As the cold winter breeze touches his skin
As the empty street becomes familiar
He remembers those days not so long ago

When the night sky was full of dancing stars
When the spring rain kisses his cheeks
When the meadow welcomes him with warmth
He remembers those days not so long ago

On his knees he speaks in another language
On his right hand he holds his weapon
On his left he takes hold of his chest
He remembers those days not so long ago

Then the dawn breaks
Then the sun rises
Then the song birds starts to sing
He remembers that day not so long ago

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