And when, at last
Our lips first touch
A thousand worlds
Unite. And endless voids…
Are crossed, heroic
The stars themselves
Grow dim a moment
As lightning’s birthplace
We become
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And when, at last
Our lips first touch
A thousand worlds
Unite. And endless voids…
Are crossed, heroic
The stars themselves
Grow dim a moment
As lightning’s birthplace
We become
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