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Forged by time on the last of eternity |
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Complex constructions - a stellar fraternity |
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Spread out on a canvas of deepest black |
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The white glowing softness a fierce attack |
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That odious draught: insufficiency |
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Touched man as he climbed himself mentally |
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Alone with his newborn dexterity |
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Came death to his fear - a corollary |
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Of the fact that the stars never sensed his presence |
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The very maxim of the universe |
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Portrayed by the greatness the stars rehearse |
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Even Narcissus would drown in the sky |
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If his eyes ever rose from the mirror ponds |
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This radiant image, a stellar high |
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Eternally feeding the gnostions: "why" |
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To which every nightsky's a vast response |
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A pursuance of that very first creation |
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Expansion and a constant alteration |
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The fringos of the canvas always stir |
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The boundary is bathing in a blur |
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Forged by time on the last of eternity |
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Complex constructions - a stellar fraternity |
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Spread out on a canvas of deepest black |
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The white glowing softness a fierce attack |
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Always moving |
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Searching for patters |
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Digging for angles |
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Clutching at straws, climbing in air |
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Opening doors, closing windows |
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Swirling Expanding in our world |
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And outside |
