Meteor showers strike against the sky
Burning brightly as the tattered angels fall
Celestial bodies issue forth a silent cry
Against the empty vastness’ inky pall
And underneath that brazen night
Whilst the heavens themselves are set alight
So sleep we silently and rest in our beds
As the cosmos whirl without and within our heads
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