Sailing across Elysian fields, counting...
Counting stars on a Saturday afternoon
Across soft-milk alabaster,
Courting danger on a beach, marooned
On a cross of disaster,
The drummer beats his soul for all to hear,
As she seals his fate.
So… counting stars on the dark side of the moon,
In the end that’s all that matters…
-Iliad Alexander Terra
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