Our names are written on the stars on heaven's tree
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Yes, nine by nine they die, just like you and me
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These peerless eyes look down, giving us our choices
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Each one calls out, a universe of voices
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These are the ancient fathers, the laws that bind us all
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White jewels of mystery, mirrors for our souls
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They spoke of life and death, love and history
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Today the stars are for fools and vanity
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And there's Orion and there's the Zodiac
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If you look close, they're needles in a stack
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And you saw, in your telescope on earth
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Copernicus, the order of the worlds
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Evening caress
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Always yearning
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I must confess
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The stars aren't burning
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Copernicus
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The sky is full of shining crosses for our sins
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Each one a monument for what ends and what begins
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Small emerald satellites, orbiting so fast
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Will they be gone tomorrow, just like painted glass?
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If I had wishes, I would shout to you and scream
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But now I realize, you're like young dying streams
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I'm in the real world, with people, crises and scars
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Copernicus, I don't care about your stars
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Evening caress
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Always yearning
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I must confess
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The stars aren't burning
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Copernicus
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Copernicus
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Candlemass |