Not the constellation. The disease.
You read the lyrics of a song
but you can't make sense of it.
What is it? What is it not?
What if it is? What if it is not?
Deep inside you really know you know it
but everywhere around you turn away from it.
You just haven't zoomed out far enough
but keep remembering, keep observing.
You know it's out there, coveted.
You know it's in here, protected.
Man is the selfish one, Woman is the creator.
But man, you get one chance, once in a lifetime.
It's your one in a lifetime... your life's upon a time.
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