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Awaken
flaming orbs in the heavens hold promises of a lingering hope cry out into the universe and your voice will echo forever and into eternity it will last, they burn until the burn times out, but they are always there, only in a different form, always a mark they leave, a faded memory, infused into the waves of time and as the stardust rides on the comet's tail, it scatters across the sky to visit with the lonely stars celestial bodies turn within the years, ebbing in their own immortality; fall into forever, or glide on the universe, and the stars will will carry you onward now, in this moment, let go, be free; open your eyes- awaken
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