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I've heard that some of those lights in the sky
They aren't lights anymore So I've heard A tad bit absurd though; that's what I think That those stars in the sky, they already died But their light is still getting here Still hitting our eyes I wonder though, will it be that way when I die Will I simply pass away, dust to dust Just another man into just another shade beneath Some global tree; the whole world is made up of Adams and Eves. I'm a bit scared to die I think if I try heard enough though If I scream they will hear it as the sound waves pass them by It's nice to dream that I'll be that way A light in the sky; still hitting their eyes long after I die
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