He's up there
The lonesome astronaut,
with a will to fly,
and a skill of flight
He and a star
that have just collided
both dies gracefully
Like a flower withering in spring
But the star still haughty
And so full of itself it explodes
Into a supernova
He and the star
that emits the brightest light
And obscures the eyes
of whoever that sees
As he dies ever so faithfully
And the flaring light?
Blinds thousands as it emerged
in the darkest seven p.m.
But we were wildly astonished
by the lonesome astronaut
who was a dashing astronaut
-2018-
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
He's up there
The lonesome astronaut,
with a will to fly,
and a skill of flight
He and a star
that have just collided
both dies gracefully
Like a flower withering in spring
But the star still haughty
And so full of itself it explodes
Into a supernova
He and the star
that emits the brightest light
And obscures the eyes
of whoever that sees
As he dies ever so faithfully
And the flaring light?
Blinds thousands as it emerged
in the darkest seven p.m.
But we were wildly astonished
by the lonesome astronaut
who was a dashing astronaut
-2018-
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