Trailing stars, shower me in your celestial dust.
Let me shimmer with pulsing light from galaxies afar.
Moon, kiss my skin alabaster white.
Divine set me free from gravity, let me fly into the depths of creation.
I will search orbs of light, orbs of dust, and find the one where I belong.
Lay me down on the warm gold you walk, and let sadness cease to be.
And there, beauty will have the meaning you always meant for it to have. 

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