texts: When I was a boy, one night, I saw a thousand shooting stars.  I thought, where did they all go? I'm an orphan.  I used to look for stars alone.  I thought if I rode to the other end of the desert, I'd find them.  I've been riding in the desert ever since.
labels: And so, the little boy became a fearsome bandit.  He couldn't find the stars, so he stole my comb.