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The strings of theory are holding up the race
The puppets falling to the ground
The love I feel as I fly endlessly through space
Lost in time I wonder, "will my ship be found?"
On this sinking ship I travel
Faster than the speed of light
Not so supernova burns
The black holes turn and fade from sight