I see galaxies, dark and deep.
Through the white ceiling above my head.

There I am, the one beside Vega
And look, that’s you,
Right beside me.
Why did they name you Vega?
Yes. You were like a swooping eagle,
That fell into my arms
And left almost immediately, with me in yours.
Is that why we stand so close to each other?
Even as stars.

Just like before?

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