| Inside the mouth of a massive dormant volcano
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| A lens is gathering distant fingerprints
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| Of flying objects that swim in ultraviolet
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| Like dazzling clandestine submarines
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| We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way
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| We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies
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| Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye
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| Let’s make an empty moment of honouring silence
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| For the recently deceased unnoticed stars
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| Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye
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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 Milky Way
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| We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies
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| Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye |