The way you look into my eyes,
I could see the nebula in there;
Waiting to implode,
A black hole would be born here.
I could see the nebula in there;
Waiting to implode,
A black hole would be born here.
Where would be you,
Where would be me,
Suspended mid space…
Traveling at the speed of light,
Where there is no light,
But just you, me and the black vacuum.
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