Stars, stars.
Burning little stars, oh how they break my heart...

It was him and I for whether we shall not die,
His mother never asked her why she did not cry...

Ticking tick, ticking tick tick.
The lines are running slick...

Burning seas lose to me,
Taking all my family...

There was a girl whose comfort shape was circles...
She loved them so much she loved a boy with...

Three scars mark the stars,
Which love never fails to cover...

Hidden secrets lie,
Hidden dreams fly...

Home is peaceful,
Home is with us...

Seas can be blue,
Seas can be green...

One of all,
All of one...

To learn is to see,
To see is to hear...

The Skies were mine,
I used to fly with the birds...