Now everyone’s separately one Under constellation Orion. Wounded by comets We wander among cold planets. Suffer-wind have us, give us the force There where corpses of meteors. I shall be your long tragedies. You for me will be everything. We’re lovers and enemies; Lonely satellites. So it must happen. Now in our hands’s the weapon. In stage of flowers Sad space’s eternal hours Scars will never frighten us. Never our feelings will pass Never will die, never fake on Forever!
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