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Inside the mouth of a dormant volcano,
a is gathering distant fingerprints,
of flying objects that swim in
dazzling clandestine submarines.

We wear the necklace of the Milky Way.
We the dusty tails of run away galaxies.

through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.

Let's make an empty moment of silence,
for the recently deceased stars.

Looking our telescope, the Cyclops eye.

holes are violating the spatial matrix.
And feed the hungry grasp of gravity
Ancient astronomers the upper tapestries.
The body of the soul.

We wear the pearly of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run galaxies.

Looking through our telescope, the eye.