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Saturn Star
The sky was painted pastel colors
Of the deepest blues there are
And I was faintly reminded of
The evening I lye on a Saturn star
I was there all alone, searching for home
A nomad in the dark
The peaches and cream scenery brought up
The evening I lye on a Saturn star
I was just one, liar basking in the sun
Looking for someplace to stake my hollow heart
I could be rationed, in a place so ashen, in
The evening I lye on a Saturn star
As the stars found their place in the sky, I founded I could be right
The beautiful shame was hidden very far
I was the shaman, in a place I could be wrong in
The evening I lye on a Saturn star
The ice was apathetic, but only I could have said it
Because I was far from my start
I gave my best, and thank God for the rest
Because I laid eyes on that Saturn star
Like heaven she was, a gift from above
Just sitting there like an angel in war
The light of the day, oh the light of the day
Because I laid eyes on that Saturn star
Saturn has rings, and the most gorgeous of things
And there was nothing to bombard
I wanted to lye down, confess, and forget the rest
And fall asleep on a Saturn star
I felt almost there, for once I didn't care
That the forgotten could never be forgave
But I was so wrong, this was no ordinary song
It was here that I was no slave
I found my place, like dried tears on my face
A picture much more than art
I belonged, unwronged, in a place too good for song
Sitting on a Saturn Star
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