| So here they are, these heroes, these giants
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| Holding there over our affairs, heedless to the human cares
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| Like spotlights, a backdrop for performance
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| Wishing I could be so clear, certain to shine and charge the night
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| Where all these roles I play, whatever the mean to me
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| (The father the son or the man on the run)
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| And though this world I’m shown, scares me tonight
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| Starstruck? |
| Are we starstruck?
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| Starstruck? |
| Are we starstruck?
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| On this dark stage, over the years
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| We have featured,
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| and we have played, strutting a fretful, anxious hour
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| This cold cloud hangs like a curtain
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| «A bowl inverted is the sky, where wise men as captives lie»
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| Where all the world I’m told, whatever they mean to me
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| (The truth, the lies, and the noise in-between)
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| And though this world I’m shown, scares me tonight
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| The signs in the stars, twilight for the idols
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| Portents for emperors, astrologers and their lore
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| Vagabonds and dreamers, sharing their glory
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| With the bold men of science and a love of the metaphysical
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| Where all these roles I play, whatever they mean to me
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| («The stars incline us, but they do not bind us»)
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| (Astra inclinant, sed not obligant)
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| And though this world I’m shown, scares me tonight
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| Start-struck? |
| Are we starstruck?
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| Start-struck? |
| Are we starstruck? |