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Lost

Stowaways, each and every one of us
All in an accident,
A collection of particle dust
There’s an infinity to be observed
Where no sound is heard
Just out of reach
So we pray and we preach
Afraid, of the unaware and unknown
With a lifetime of galleries
That will never leave the galaxy
We are smaller than a pixel
Yet people call themselves stars
Who in this world can defy what we are

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