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My Star.
DW ( / Ireland)

My Star.

Twinkle, twinkle dying littles stars,
is this the end of your journey so far?
Your life ends with a sonic boom,
disappearing within a vacuum.
Our time is running out before we begin,
bright white light glows within.
Born, breathe, live and die human pulsars,
twinkle twinkle dying little stars.

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