They are not stars,
burning in the sky at night.
No, no they're candles,
in astro-flight.
They are not men,
walking on the streets below,
what are they really,
no body knows.
They are not stars,
We are not human.
I don't know
the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by any, any other name.
Things remain...
Unexplained.
I am a tree,
dancing on the ocean floor.
The air is water,
On desert shores.
There is a face,
Hanging on the salty moon.
Trees singing,
this silent tune.
They are not stars,
We are not human.
I don't know
the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by any, any other name.
Things remain...
Unexplained.
They are not stars,
We are not human.
I don't know
the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle,
But a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by any, any other name.
Things remain. . .
Unexplained.
They are not stars,
We are not human.
I don't know
the reason why.
A firefly is not a candle,
not a flower in my eye.
And so, a rose is not a rose,
by any, any other name.
Things remain...
Unexplained.
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