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Apr 2019
The creators gave their lives so that we might live
That is the most precious thing anyone can give
Scattered all across the sky shattered into dust
But they have not ceased to be
They came back as us

The creators could not see, they who brought us light
But what they have come to be has a trillion eyes
The creators could not know, they could only shine
But what they have come to be has a trillion minds

They who came back as the Sun and the peaceful Moon
They who came back as the sea and as me and you
Gathered in by gravity, by the god that keeps
Our little family
Together in the deep

When we look into the sky, we know it is our home
No matter how dark the night, no matter where we roam
The endless cosmos holds us close, for it is who we are
We are the creators now
We are made of stars
Written by
Ciel Noir
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