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Come to The Stars

Come, let us away.

Leave behind these questioning looks,

These mocking voices.

Leave behindhand this crazy race of men,

This mean world of money and matter,

Of mean ambitions

And meaner jealousies.

Come, let us away,

Where none of these might reach us,

Where nothing mattered.

Nothing, that is,

Except us,

And what breathes between us.

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