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• Artiste: Brazzaville
• Titre: Star Called Sun
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Near a star called sun. It was there that my mom came undone. Sounds of a summer parade. 90.5 in the shade. She drifted off on the Fourth of July, A holiday look in her eyes. Said goodbye to a lifetime of pain. She died in a midsummer rain. She said, "There's one million stars For every little grain of sand down there." She floated up, like a rocket in space. The misery gone from her face. Flying to the comets and stars. Out past the canyons on Mars. She saw the future and she saw the past. She said, "Don't worry, it's not meant to last. Everything's always okay. Even the worst of your days. There's one million stars For every little grain of sand down there." So, while she's there when I look at the sky. Or when I drink whiskey or wine. Or when I feel frightened at night. Or days when I'm sick of my life. She says, "Son, it'll all be all right. Everything's already fine. If only you knew what I've seen. You'd never feel frightened again. There's one million stars For every little grain of sand down there."