Star Stuff
Star Stuff, such things we dream of.
To reach and touch the heavens with our presents.
Star Stuff, you glow with joy today.
Star Stuff, you see heavens steam above you.
And you know they are countless numbered.
Star Stuff, your insignificants it doth betray.
Star Stuff, your hope is to join them.
To step into the empty space of tomorrow, now, and then.
Star Stuff, your mortality brings you such dismay.
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