It's the sight of the century. i swear i saw you in it.
Two worlds collide as one star abides by one universal law
That says everything must die, though very few so beautiful.
But no matter what i see i'll mourn the constellation;
One piece short in a story board of sorts.
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We use to find ourselves in familiar places
Beautiful faces tell us stories.
To last, to last throughout the winter
And memories for longer.

So I will put away these childish things
And pretend like they never fit.
And nothing beats the view like the view from the