| Hey! |
| What’s this?
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| The starless and silent
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| Evening, full of joy
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| My last, I fear
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| 'cause later there won’t be
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| Nothing left for me
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| Hey! |
| What’s this?
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| The starless and silent
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| Evening, full of joy
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| My last, I fear
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| For I hold our future in my hands
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| My life, restored and set in stone
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| My head, I fear, later is no more
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| The outer regions of our galaxy
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| My destination, mankind’s hope. |
| What will I find?
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| Is there only mindless matter? |
| What will I find?
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| Is there anything?
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| The stars will guide my way
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| Speed acquired by the sun
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| Flying into space
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| On a mission without prospects
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| A candle in my hand
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| A memory in my head
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| In space, still alone
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| (Not for my own sake)
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| (Of human’s blind desire)
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| (Not for one’s mind to grasp)
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| (A ripple on the ocean)
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| (What forces are there out there)
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| What’s my purpose
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| If not for my own sake
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| Am I a puppet
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| Of human’s blind desire
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| Do we have a purpose
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| Not for one’s mind to grasp
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| A feather on my skin
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| A ripple on the ocean
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| What will we find
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| What forces are there out there
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| How can space-time be bent
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| So I can remember again…
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| Down to the very last candle
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| Already fading
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| Getting unstable
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| I don’t even know
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| What I’m looking for
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| Out here, passing a quasar
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| No one to guide me
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| Traveling the wind of a solar tornado
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| Nothing to stop me
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| Nothing to block me
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| But the light of another white giant
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| Now I’m red-shifting like a volcano
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| I am nearing terminal velocity |