It will find you well.
The message, my dear.
Is deeper than the sky.
When you look up there's holes.
We call them stars.
My dear, listen.
I have seen you grow.
Seen you believe.
It's madness I tell you,
No matter how you cut it.
But if you don't at least try.
You might as well say "fuck it"
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