Memory

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A dying star burnt so bright,
In the beginning, out of sight,
Created the elements of you and I
From the cauldron of the sky,
Dying to bring us life to us,
All things forged from cosmic dust.
Then, in our heart, time begun
beating in rhythm to that sun,
That memory captured in our night,
Tells of the origin, that first starlight.
And what a story to behold,
Happening now as the moment unfolds.

Sougen

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