I am a star, bursting thousands of light-years away. Eyes empty and dull as it happens, All you see are the sparks of it all. An explosion for matter and heat, An explosion for creation and burning. I am dead when you see me, Living in the past days, light-years away. The picture of me you create Unintentional but poignant, Leave their mark, Create my legacy. And yet here I stay, Thousands of light-years away.
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