| We are only a drop of water
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| Dwelling in an ocean of stars
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| An ocean of stars
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| One day she might come back to find
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| The remains of her progeny
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| The one who rules laws that leave
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| A substantial part to fantasy
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| I gave you this name…
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| For I know you’ll be ever here…
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| To remind me that I’m always free to see
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| My own light
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| I gave this name…
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| For in spite of your deathlike side
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| You are my greatest source of light
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| That makes me see the brightness
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| All around me
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| Left as founding…
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| The eternal slave
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| Which remains the greatest
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| Forgotten one
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| Lost in an ocean of stars
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| One tends to only ask the obvious questions
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| Aiming to strenghten one’s self-admiration
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| While there seems to be a certain lack of devotion
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| Concerning the most direct path to self-observation
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| None will ever know if her faith was fair
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| She could have been the burning star
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| To ring the last hour of life on earth
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| Thus humanity would never have had the opportunity
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| To realize the work that we have not yet completed
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| Left as founding…
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| The eternal slave
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| Which remains the greatest
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| Forgotten one
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| I gave you this name…
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| For I know you’ll be ever here…
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| To remind me
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| That I have the chance to shape my being
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| You are my greatest source of light
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| Making me see the brightness
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| All around me |