Don't flutter your eyelashes,
Their breeze could cause, hurricanes,
Don't arch your back; hold out your hands,
And collect the rain,
Force your eyes upon tonight,
These clouds flushed out, held so tight,
The condensation forced right out,
Falls on us to end this drought.

This is a bit too much.

And when that star explodes,
New pillars of creation will form in its place,
And when this gas cloud consumes us all,
It'll be the most beautiful thing.

We're intrigued by the sky,
Covered with aircraft and stars amongst the dark,
Inhale confidence and belief in the spark,
That will reignite your heart,
And open your eyes,
To make you feel like you did when you tore the world down,
Follow your tidal waves to the shore,
And smile at what your life has become.

This is a bit too much.

And when that star explodes,
New pillars of creation will form in its place,
And when this gas cloud consumes us all,
It'll be the most beautiful thing.

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