Stars are all we have
to connect our diverging lives.
Look at the sky from where you are.
And know that though we are so far
we see the same stars.
Stars are all we have
to connect our distant lives.
So what becomes of you and I
under this fading Winter sky?
This death black sky.
And so we lie, you and I,
torn apart by the miles.
And so we die, you and I,
under the same black sky.

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