Once or twice upon a time
You come across star-crossed lovers
Which is still a thing in the world
It could be a constellation
Of unforeseeable events
Culminating in a cruel collision
Their bodies buried in a deep
Grave while their love
Roams the blue sky
But it all comes back to the body
That scent of the earth
Rising up in the rain
That says love is being made
And everything is forgiven
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