If there, above clouds, there are stars
stuck to their crystalline sphere like
diamonds (repeating their cliche).
If there, where solar winds buffet
the atmosphere, and tear away,
eating oxygen and magnetosphere.
If there, man passes on his way,
a doorway, and stopping point
a danger, a place to jump from.
Sing me this song, let me know.
I am as amazed by the world
as I am amazed by love, and you.
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