There’s an infinite sky above
Our land of salt and muck
It bares its beacons in the night
That you may try your luck.
But the brightest star tonight
Has gave its dying breath,
Still men who speak so clever and wise
Will follow what is dead.
Nov 16, 2021
Nov 16, 2021 at 8:36 AM UTC
There’s an infinite sky above
Our land of salt and muck
It bares its beacons in the night
That you may try your luck.
But the brightest star tonight
Has gave its dying breath,
Still men who speak so clever and wise
Will follow what is dead.
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