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Space slides out from inside the mirror
Chrome glass underside shimmering bright
Three lyres fair the heat of inside
Millions of suns light up the night
The ship is on fire, it cuts through the gloom.
. another meteor slams... the side of the moon
Reading a book where the last page is gone
The ink has become surprisingly clear
Light shinin' bright nobodies home
Millions of suns light up one tear
And the ship is on fire,
as it cuts through the gloom,
another meteor slams in the side of the moon
One more tiny end has come down
One more broom sweep up the tears
In my room a race carries on
Once more the mess is becomin' unclear
And the ship is on fire,
as it cuts through the gloom,
another meteor slams, in the side of the moon
And the ship is on fire,
as it cuts through the gloom,
another meteor slams, in the side of the moon
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