These constellations
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gleaming at us from afar
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They give rise to frigid memories
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in my mind
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My stellar memetoes are the brightest
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signs that twinkle away
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Infinity, the faustian spirit,
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disheartened, by all
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I will never get up there alone
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but still I will always percieve
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their company
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I honor the farthest fall
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His fall, I, I...
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In my thirst for knowledge
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a new kind of thought arose.
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Enriched me.
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Their weight will always burden me.
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As I then fell into reverie.
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My (struggling) heart felt it's end,
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I lifted the bodkin.
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I fall
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the final recourse
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and the fall, it made me tired, meltdown
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I fly
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All remembered
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They are the reminders of all
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All to us unknown, unknown.
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The Bodkin & The Quietus (...To Reach The Stars)
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Arcturus |