Condensing down as we all have been
From star to star over millennia
Will these bodies not become stones
To one another in the end
Mountains to be clambered over
Will we block our way
Moving forward as a whole
Or they say not at all
But we are all still children
Holding on to our mother's hand
Who doesn't see the car coming
Or maybe the light of the stars
We once were is just arriving
So we can quickly get across
Hurried by angels as in the pictures
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