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We came in late for the end of the world
The comet’s flare in the eye of the girl
A single tear filled the screen
She floats through scenes, is it real or a dream?
Each line in code, we don’t know what it means
What would I do if I were you?
We wonder the roles we play
Leaned back our seats and we floated away
We came in late for the sad final scene
You whispered, ‘my sweet dark star, do it clean’
I held your stare ‘til you weren’t there
