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The Myth of Shooting Stars
You say no one gets the beauty of fear It's what reminds us how human we are The subtle moment when all is so clear That from birth to death, the journeys not far The joy comes between the fire and the char The instinct that pushes us all to fight And not to wish for refuge from the scars Because shooting stars are death in the night You say no one wants their nightmares so near Despite the God-given rush from the stars That space between the madness and the tears That echoing scream that thrills as it jars Happiness is a cell; pain is the bars Defeating fear is what puts us in flight Hoping is a catch, and wishes will mar Because shooting stars are death in the night You say dread shapes us; it's how we cohere It unites us all, from peasant to Czar We all know terror: vague, blinding or sheer We all fear what we think to be bizarre We have all been frozen, stuck in the tar Caught in place by the glory of our fright Wishes fade like dieing strains from afar Because shooting stars are death in the night Dark time prince, with your ideals and guitar Sing your baleful views, which are out of sight Sing your wishes that are not on par Because shooting stars are death in the night
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