Some may stay on the first star they find in their universe.

But the weight riding this star almost feels like a curse.

Like I'm pinned to the floor with no air to breathe,

All I can do is dream and hope that please -

I'll find the strength and ride out my star

Or to break out and see how far

I can venture, leaving behind my star's beauty

Although I feel a compelling duty...

But what can I do when the best consolation

I can take is that for certain

That somewhere, soaring through this galaxy

Is someone who'll take this star after me.

As beautiful as this star is...

I must be strong and promise

That I'll try to make it work - or go.

And try not to hurt my star's pure glow.

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