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My fate

These nights, this lonely space

blue or black, that starless looms

strange orbit pulls me to you

our misaligned planetary arrangement

spend my days ruled by the sun

but nights I trip, faint in a nebulous field

dream in colorful clouds of sighs, with you

tis’ only my fate, I can never escape

only linger under magnetic moons.

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