The star is cold and cruel
We don't deserve a sun
Our minds cathedral doors and boarded up
Where once were miracles
The barren last-ditch now
How better to have been more like a cow
To all the saints and scientists
With choir and comet maze
I'm happy to accept my fate
A thousand years away
The void of space is crowded
With populations gone
To never know the past would be too soon
Call this place what you want
Call it a dying sun
We left a trail of pissed-off better ones
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