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Death Of A Star

There’s a star right in front of me,

Burning, dying, screaming,

From light years ago,

With no one to listen,

Even light years away.

Yet, it makes me feel like I am,

Burning, dying, screaming,

From light years ago,

With no one to listen,

Even light years away.

Guess we have a lot in common,

Dead and the dying.

 
 
 

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