The night has a thousand eyes.
Those eyes are bright and shining.
Those eyes are shinny in Burma.
Suddenly the night become darker and darker.
Brightest stars blow up in Burma.
Peace and love disappear.
Bravery and death tell the truth.
Time and history show a prove.
Time is always ripe to do right.
Brightest stars still a live.
They will never disappear.
They will be alive forever.
So, the night has a thousand eyes.
They are always bright and shining.
Oh! they are always bright and starry.
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