My planet is too wild
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No humanoid has set foot there
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Not cut by oblique paths
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And pedestrian crossings
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There are wild stars
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Nameless constellations
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They shine on the dark forest
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Trees of great growth
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On the spot
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Where would your entrance be?
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I was on built-up planets
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Inhabited or empty
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Everyone has everything in their own way;
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And each is not simple
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There
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Skyscrapers are standing
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Or bushes
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dense areas
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Or a wasteland
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Millions roam the streets
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acquaintances
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And the cities burn like bonfires
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My shuttle is greeted with fanfare
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Or a swarm of missiles
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The planets revolve in pairs
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Between similar planets
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Of them on the greenest
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Where rare birds sing in the gardens
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And ponds are full of fish
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And the mountains draw borders with ridges
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Her atmosphere is
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Like liquefied helium
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Cold neon shell
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And measure of time -
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100 days in a week
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Do not count, and not enough fingers
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Her moons are changing
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Each other in orbit
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Satellite tail -
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Belted waist
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You me this
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Don't be surprised
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This bridge is
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Gravity anomaly!
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All the moons turned black
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Over time, even
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The brightest moons of the moons
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Giving birth to tides, blizzards,
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As well as
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Playing with string theory
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If space is not nice
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Lure the lights
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Ponds, ridges, clouds -
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You fly with all your might
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You lightly push
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Force fields behind the sides
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And sparkling like a Christmas tree
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Reflecting direct rays
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At night, illuminating that faded
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Gloomy world, you take into account
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What are you satellite
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Feedback
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You shone the night guide!
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And the flicker goes out
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Turns black like dirt
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Apocalypse, blood clot and dead end
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I'm flying high
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Or low...
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I do not know
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Not a bottom
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No top, no edge
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Archimedes law
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Not written here
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Like a banner
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Your planet is shining!
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But I'm not expected there
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Its inhabitants are spirits
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For them, my landscape is like a herd
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Like a big parachute
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Rumors slow me down
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About the cluster of former moons
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You are cooler than Venus
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Mile of Neptune
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Much warmer than Antarctica
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But I saw examples
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And the moon is waiting for me
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In my home galaxy
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And let you shine alone
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And around not a single comet
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You are your light from the window |