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Galaxy
the truth is going out cold
spinning on an axis
that is more than worn out
whisper tickling my ear
as we laugh and laugh and laugh
but the clocks ticking: feel it
ship me up to no mans land
feel the breeze and I run
from one place to home
lets talk with words
falling like stones from my palm
catch the stars across the sky