The sky decided to fall down.
Long ago
You were born to the angels.
Stars long to create you.
They create me.
And that is why the angels follow you.
All the girls fall down every time they sprinkle moon-dust.
Aaaah
Your eyes of gold follow me.
You
Long to be
Near.
Birds fall from the sky suddenly
Birds fall from the sky like stardust, close together
Why? Why? Why?
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