Hold on tight to the blades of grass, lest you fall of the face of our planet! Sixteen shooting stars painted the sky many years ago - but tonight! we witness! A
glorious time to notice nineteen more lamps from our past spilling liquid light across the dome of our solar system. I could lay here forever with you even though I am actually always alone. Our universes collide in a Big Bang but - 100 seconds later it is done. Lemon juice drops from the sky, it burns nicely. Many thanks, then.
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