Oh where the stars collide
Filling the vortex of cosmo
Empties the universe
The bursting sorrow
The jolting pain
Oh where the field of flowers
Burn in the blasting red
No, they aren’t roses
Air was smoke
If I could vaporate
Empty dark ocean
Rolling waves: continuous
Which I have wished to be
Deep down there that time
They looked at each other
There is no neglecting
In how the moon used to be in love
With the wolf
But never on the right time
But I am an astro dot
In the sky at night
Right beside the moon
Completing, but
Never could we be
Really together
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