Cosmic ghost condense to form dark matter
What’s the matter with you?
Understand withering light
Leave only his scent to fill
He was a musician and played me good
And I sang for him until I changed my tune
Time to leave before the serenade is the death of you
Slip unto the velvet night
A universe born under a collapsing star
Shooting far away from you
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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