And what about these stars that loom
So hungrily above our heads
Who feed upon our deeds
The braille of blinding gods
We've forgotten how to read
Once all it took was the tips
Of our fingers to sail through
The worn pages of our fate
To see the whole picture
Head turned for a glance
Don't speak just shine they say
What amount of shining
Can ever be enough
What hunger ever sated
To keep us all alive
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