The sky is peppered in holes,
In flaws, tears and holes,
That burn, churn and turn,
And we to touch them yearn.
A star, in concert.
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Stars
The sky is peppered in holes,
In flaws, tears and holes,
That burn, churn and turn,
And we to touch them yearn.
A star, in concert.
