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Inside the mouth of a massive dormant volcano, a lens is gathering distant fingerprints, of flying objects that swim in ultraviolet like dazzling clandestine submarines. |
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We wear the pearly necklace of the |
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Milky Way. |
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We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies. |
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Looking through our telescope, the |
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Cyclops eye. |
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Let's make an empty moment of honouring silence, for the recently deceased unnoticed stars. |
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Looking through our telescope, the |
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Cyclops eye. [Solo: Chris A.] |
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Black holes are violating the spatial matrix. |
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And comets feed the hungry grasp of gravity |
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Ancient astronomers observe the upper tapestries. |
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The body of the universal soul. |
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We wear the pearly necklace of the |
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Milky Way. |
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We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies. |
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Looking through our telescope, the |
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Cyclops eye. |
