We flail on to morning stars
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We'll offer all of ourselves just not to close our eyes
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Seize onto the sun as it rises in the east
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Ascend to open doors hanging heavenly
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Suspended in the superlunary even broken you'll be back to still stand
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I'll shatter the silence to tell you we won't last long
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If this canopy crashes down, crushing us
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That's the only way to break this apart
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And although the moon is falling down on us
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Don't expect this day to end
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Do you see that star?
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Well, I'll meet you there
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When you read this you'll be well on your way
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Please write soon, so I know that you have gotten home safe
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And please don't forget me
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How I worked hearts molded in mache to some mended way of beating before we behold them break and both
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Painting pictures that will never fade still they crack
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Clutched at the crushing in our chests dizzy we'll see stars dazzle like glass shards sparkle shatter
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(The violence in destroyed frames)
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And if the sheltering sky will slip to sever us
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We'll receive it
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We will reap it
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Always remember
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On To Morning Stars
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| Anatomy Of A Ghost |
