Mumma,
Your star is going to burst into flame
without a shine
and fizzle into a sprite
without heat
And all that would be left
is an ugly spec of ash
that is as insignificant as the wind that carries it way
Your star is going to burst into flame
without a shine
and fizzle into a sprite
without heat
And all that would be left
is an ugly spec of ash
that is as insignificant as the wind that carries it way
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