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Stellar flames create formations, |
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Lucent constellations and invitations to the expeditious mind |
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Novas that see our destination |
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From their hibernation, a vocation that is enshrined |
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I'm navigating along the star path |
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The night sky is my compass, my cynosure |
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After days with waves of wrath |
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I'm finally reaching the shores |
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Under the burning Atlas |
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A region filled with flaring birthmarks |
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Over ageing landmarks and the hallmarks of Nature's grand form |
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Yonder, still in our respiration |
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And mother to rotation, gravitation that endlessly performs |
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(Vintersorg, May 2006) |