They are not stars, burning in the sky at night. No, no they're candles, in astro-flight.
They are not men, walking on the streets below, what are they really, no body knows.
They are not stars, We are not human. I don't know the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle, not a flower in my eye. And so, a rose is not a rose, by any, any other name.
Things remain... Unexplained.
I am a tree, dancing on the ocean floor. The air is water, On desert shores.
There is a face, Hanging on the salty moon. Trees singing, this silent tune.
They are not stars, We are not human. I don't know the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle, not a flower in my eye. And so, a rose is not a rose, by any, any other name.
Things remain... Unexplained.
They are not stars, We are not human. I don't know the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle, But a flower in my eye. And so, a rose is not a rose, by any, any other name.
Things remain. . . Unexplained.
They are not stars, We are not human. I don't know the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle, not a flower in my eye. And so, a rose is not a rose, by any, any other name.
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