Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your cry for inspiration,
Never reaches ears on distant stars.
And every night our lonely planet
Slides across the universe.
And I won't pretend I understand.
Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your death by information
Won't disturb the peace on distant stars.
And even when you lock the doors
And slide behind the unlit shades,
None of us are strangers anymore.
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