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I won't teach you anymore
How to make stars
Out of the matter that
We produce
When we collide
And when we fuse
I see a golden frame
That carries rain
Can you tell me
What the clouds are worth
It's just a painting
And it will be sold
I see a praying monk
With a paper cup
He's drinking stars from it
And he's making moons
We were his students once
Now we're just bored
I won't teach you anymore
How to make stars