As our world winds
through the stars,
do we leave sparks
in our wake?
Do we leave others guessing
what voices we use,
and what good
friends we’d make?
Are we more than
a falling garnet or
just a crashing bore
for heaven’s sake?
As our world winds
through the stars,
do we leave sparks
in our wake?
Do we leave others guessing
what voices we use,
and what good
friends we’d make?
Are we more than
a falling garnet or
just a crashing bore
for heaven’s sake?
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