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I’ll put our faults in the stars, Constellations of us in the Milky Way Guiding voyagers through the passages Of our hearts and lungs and souls. We can write our vows on the arms Of Cassiopeia’s throne, sit in her place And sip stardust, paint our eyes with the Tails of comets and the songs of meteors As they burn their way across our skin. [We can hold the world in the palms Of our hands]