Run to the edge of the universe
Wounded
The stars pity this plight
In the end, all will end badly
Turn around
And look at the marvels of our world
Be happy, love you
For who you are
The flowers change in the presence
Of the changing being before them
They are always changing now
The most beautiful thing in the world
The ground is soft
It will act like your cushion
When the decent back to earth is made
Because the stars took pity
On the man who made the flowers cry
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