The Embers No Longer Dance Among the Galaxy
ninety-four million six hundred seventy thousand passing seconds not knowing what we had gotten ourselves into.
One thousand burning fires in our eyes and in our hearts
Dreaming of what will happen next
One thousand beautiful walks, watching the sun rise as our eyes widen, suddenly we are as awake as the sun is.
ninety-four million six hundred seventy thousand passing seconds thats how many seconds it takes to extinguish the fire and close our eyes.
ninety-four million six hundred seventy thousand passing seconds until you leave without a sound
how long I will sit here and think of those astonishing ninety-four million six hundred seventy thousand passing seconds.
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