the world grows old
we are young
the dance among feelings
an absolution of chance
each pass of death
Copernicus dreams
that we are we
within each middle
truth to fact
the eye of the sun
the world grows old
we are young
the dance among feelings
an absolution of chance
each pass of death
Copernicus dreams
that we are we
within each middle
truth to fact
the eye of the sun
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