Stars
Are but many dying stars
Bathing us with their last light
Through the fissures of their scars.
Die asleep beyond their gates
Never leave your fathers' land.
There within their realm awaits
What you can't defeat by hand.
Listen not to sirens' songs
Build not ships, but towers tall.
Each will stay where he belongs
Those who don't shall meet their fall.
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