The more I see inside your world, the more I feel my body should orbit around it...
Seeing shooting stars - thank the heavens that I made my wish. As I beam you up, you probe me like an alien lifeform. No need to take me to my leader - you've already arrived...
You spin me on your axis, and the hours pass by. Seasons change as we rotate: rain, lightning - thunder. Our eclipse has ended - the universe is exhausted.
This planet needs a glass of water...
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