The stars are born, then die again
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They repeat the same thing for eternity
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The next day, the next world, and the next after that
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They are born, then vanish--o, those stars
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Parallel to the flow of returning time,
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I live within the past I lost
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With a brief, orderly light,
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I shine on the wandering travelers
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I shall show you my power
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It is a very tiny power indeed
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When I combined it with yours
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Let us clasp our hands neatly
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Slipping our fingers together
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Without creating any gaps
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Let everyone become a ring
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And radiate the light of peace
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Time that had piled up for several thousand years
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Erased even the fleeting dreams of the stars
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I shall shut a fairy tale that I'd begun to read
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And light a single lamp in the evening
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When I opened the westward shuttered door
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The shadows of night crept in and rotted away
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The crimson moon rising in the dark night
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Foretells an endless beginning
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For whose sake is your rage?
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That which nests in a heart
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That runs rampant in a cave of deep sorrow
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Is a world of lies and deceptions
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Words of the underworld
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And let gold and silver rain pour
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Let us spread tale a bit
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Of the courage of your back
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And express an extravagant smile
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And search for the midday light
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When we layer our voices
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And create a beautiful resonance
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Then we shall protect our star
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