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Between those stars, far up high There are treks made short Magnified by the expanding eye This eye that saw a hundred happy memories That our beating hearts drummed for— Those countless fairytale stories And in those stars above We can only see them now As Peace’s Apollo-Dove That dove that rides on hope And sails on vaporized tears And only lands amidst our joy The stars that shone on the most hated day Disappeared into oblivion As our lives slowly fray While the stars we saw live We cannot People don’t always give All the love that they’ve got But in solace to us My dear friend, I swear this: All stars must die And thus we rise from the abyss.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
This Clear Heaven
Between those stars, far up high There are treks made short Magnified by the expanding eye This eye that saw a hundred happy memories That our beating hearts drummed for— Those countless fairytale stories And in those stars above We can only see them now As Peace’s Apollo-Dove That dove that rides on hope And sails on vaporized tears And only lands amidst our joy The stars that shone on the most hated day Disappeared into oblivion As our lives slowly fray While the stars we saw live We cannot People don’t always give All the love that they’ve got But in solace to us My dear friend, I swear this: All stars must die And thus we rise from the abyss.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
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