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Every soul a brightness |
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And the darkest night |
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Every life a lightness |
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Space and time in flight |
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Being still in motion |
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Clouds go rushing by |
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A drop becomes an ocean |
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When the river's dry |
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Could it be we're stars' reflections |
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Tiny sparks in one great velvet sky |
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Perfect in our imperfection |
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As satellites go by |
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Firey constellations |
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Burning to the death |
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Tender our connections |
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In a single breath |
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Could it be we're stars' reflections |
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Tiny sparks in one great velvet sky |
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Perfect in our imperfection |
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As satellites go by |
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What are we anyway |
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But thousand year old carbon? |
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Bodies from the dust |
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Of souls that went before us. |
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What are we anyway |
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But thousand year old carbon? |
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Bodies from the dust |
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Of souls that went before us. |
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Could it be we're stars' reflections |
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Tiny sparks in one great velvet sky |
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Perfect in our imperfection |
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As satellites go by |
