You do realize here on earth
We are the captive audience of the stars
First the ones that trigger us into
A certain trajectory and form
You do remember that signature
They scrawled on the agreement you made
The pages and pages of fine print
Torn Up and scattering on your arrival
And what about the stars behind the sun
That go on diligently shining
Don't you think they matter
Because their light is small
Don't you sometimes hear them call
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