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Celestial

One day when we're nothing but stardust
Celestial frequencies will croon about us
And my molecules will go out in search of you

Maybe you'll orbit my hemisphere
Ablate tragically into my atmosphere
And be gone with the very next moon

You'll be a satellite, always on the periphery
I'll be crying meteor showers of misery
Ill fated by a merciless, sky-written destiny
Always meant to meet, never to fully be?

But for those few eternal moments
That we dare not waste
We'll dance freely
Weightless in outer space
Shine some light into this deep, dark place

We thought we could deflect the asteroids
But there's a belt of them coming here soon
We're a binary system, two stars
Revolving around the gravity of this moon

The craters on our surfaces, they betray
The past lives apart, that we may
Have spent eons ago
So let's take it slow - this time around
Let's make a beautiful constellation
That they can see in a future generation
Before we turn to dust.

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