And that was when the stars fell down
They crumbled, crashed into the ground
Their light was false, a gilded lie
A walking stick for blinded eyes
Like rusty bulbs they each went out
Replaced our hopes with selfish doubts
Now lacking will to stay up high
They fall together as they die
And so nights sky is vast and dark
Seems so much closer, and yet hark!
I hear those harps eternal
The lights may go out, but the music does not stop.
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