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Milky galaxy

Me at night, up at high; exploring this beauty; creative, Almighty. 
What thinketh this was made;
Like a crown of glittery stones, embezzled in a mess.
White river of flowing stars,
Hung together, close, though far.
How beautiful;
This kinship bizzare.

Bonding close with thee I have;

Greeting my great,great, great grandma;
up there.
People say, who leave here, live there.
Since then I accompany her, lace;
It's been long, I miss her tales,
sometimes squirrels;
sometimes whales;
Sometimes, it's been;
truck and rails.

In this lonely, city of fast moving nowhere.
Aimless;
Mind trembling with fear, what about anxiety, worth to share.

At my roof, I stare;
This Holy relationship they care,
Dancing collective down to heel.
It might cause, all wound to heal.

What a meaning, it shows,
In meaning less world,
that once goes.

Life is here, Life is there;
You will remain no matter where;
Cheers the beers whenever,Wherever ,
As love remains hereafter, thereafter.
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