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Lunalpine — Nova
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The young childsings to the bright stars regardless of
what they really are. His eyes burn with
curious delight, innocent to the fact of death.
Star of wonders, your light exploded
as the end of your existence. Though the boy only sees
you twinkling once, you are no little star.
The old man sings
to the comet, to wish for things unreachable.
A few may wish on this falling star,
yet fall you do not, and star you never will be.
I will pass you my sky,
if you desire,
to spread hope of wishes all around the world
but do not try and fool. The melody is off, and the nebulae
do not respond to your harmony.
I sing to my sun;
you are, dear, my sunshine;
doubt not.
They claim you a separate clef;
are you not a star?
Is the brighter blue the envy of your yellow warmth?
The Soprano blues are
pitched too high for those you nurse.
Nova sings no longer, but the sun still gives light.
