And we know that it's always been, That fate favors those who can't win, Who will live by a different code, And die young on a lonely road. He forgets all the "yes" and the "no," Titles, names, he will let them go. And he reaches for stars in the sky, Not believing that dreams can die, Just to fall, by the Star set aflame, Called the Sun by its name... To some extent, that's how we all live, sisters. Good morning, my dears. 😘 Good morning, admirers. 😘