We-
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organic images
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dissolving earth
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Our future children
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sure at us unfixed
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from a residence of stars
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in their sidereal ships
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ho sailing beyond within
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Their eyes
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black in kingdoms of gold
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like the rocks of this desert
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where we wander in circles
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tails up the ass of time
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And our vision
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goes backwards
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the traces we see
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after something
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ot even existing
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beyond the prints
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All dreams end here
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where our cries began
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resounding to museums
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of a world we believed
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neverending
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And we stop
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exhausted
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beginning
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not again
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And the panic
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like the light
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of some star
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exploding
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Flashing in black holes of not knowing
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if we ever made a away out of this mud
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Star-Crossed
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Arcturus |