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Kaleidoscope of stars,

of comets passing by,

and shining supernovae

in the darkest of the nights.

So many different worlds,

inhabited or not,

spinning around like marbles

on the floor mat of some God...

We are children of the sky,

kin to Space and Moons;

shall we listen to their tune?

Kaleidoscope of strings

throughout the Milky Way,

like delicate synapses

of a Universal Brain,

that dream amazing dreams;

each throught is made of light,

and travels in the blackness

to the edge of Space and Time...

We are children of the Sky,

kin to Space and Moons;

the whisper in our heartbeat...

We are children of the sky,

kin to Space and moons;

shall we listen to their tune?