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The sunrise betrayed the furnace pouring heat into this atmosphere, beauty deceives in pinpoints of fusion spilling light on these nights in silence We are all made of stars - we burn within this core, unreached and untouched as science fades in its approach - Who can test the mystery inside?
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Stars
The sunrise betrayed the furnace pouring heat into this atmosphere, beauty deceives in pinpoints of fusion spilling light on these nights in silence We are all made of stars - we burn within this core, unreached and untouched as science fades in its approach - Who can test the mystery inside?
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
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