[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]
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Ardent starshine upon my face,
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the monumental nightsky reveal its torches.
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Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming
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like ornamental diamonds.
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In my telescopes focus, a striding light
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conjure me fixedly.
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Oh, what a colourful drama,
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what a theatrical performance.
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These myriads of stars
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enchants me with their oddity.
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At cosmos entrance hall,
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where time and space units in a charade.
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Under crimson flares I watch
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the tempest of the universe.
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In dark artistry,
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I lionize the splendorous glare.
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An unearthly voice of euphony
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express itself in an ancient tongue.
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Its elocution is based on silence,
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so it pulsates through the five senses.
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It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry
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navigating through the world.
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A legacy from nebulas,
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an endless mystic conversation.
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These myriads of stars
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enchants me with their oddity.
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At cosmos entrance hall,
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where time and space units in a charade.
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Under crimson flares I watch
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the tempest of the universe.
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In dark artistry,
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I lionize the splendorous glare.
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Now clouds gather at a distant skyline
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to cover the firmament.
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Rays are fading in a metamorphosis
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of the blazing weave above.
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These myriads of stars
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enchants me with their oddity.
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At cosmos entrance hall,
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where time and space units in a charade.
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Under crimson flares I watch
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the tempest of the universe.
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In dark artistry,
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I lionize the splendorous glare.
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26 years have past since it first
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called my name.
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And when I'm dead, this piece of
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jewellery will still remain.
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A Dialogue With The Stars
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| Vintersorg |
