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Space is an immense playground

We wander as ravenous being

In quest of infinite knowledge

We draft the atlas of the universe

No more rotation

Nothing swarms inside

We voyaged to eight floating graves

Escaped from gravity

Nomads with no aim

Space is ceaselessly whispering

We receive millions of deep laments

As whale dying alone in oceans

But time leads them to silence

No more colours

Nothing burns inside

We can't collect much more than evidences

Untimely end

Voiceless spheres

We are space coroners

Lifeless place

Condemned and muted

We are space coroners

Silent spheres will cry no more