One single star up there,
the master of them all,
the moon.
Shining over the crowd,
reflecting on the water,
mixing its beauty with the festive lights.
The Red, the purple, the green,
and the yellowish fire,
all mixing magically together.
The music is getting higher,
you’re detaching from the crowd,
it dissolves in the background,
you’re enchanted,
floating above the masked faces,
above the magical lights and reflections,
flying high in a world of dreams and feelings.
Dancing in the sky, freely above the world,
like a girl tide to balloons.

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