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The western star comes, when the day gets sunk,

with fading hues into the blackness of night.

And it shines...

On the horizon shall I too rise,

bringing hope to waiting eyes,

Eyes from where hope does not stare,

Like parched skeletons lying bare,

Where faith goes down with the sinking sun,

Like Hercules and Zeus are on the run.

And like the western star's serene calm,

I won't not wait for the tribute of dawn.

I and the brightest star shine,

Where hope begins to whine,

This is the purpose of my strife,

To battle and beat depressive life.