
Traveling through outer space,
galaxys are my trace,
you cant find me by just a wish,
use your brain,
its your dish,
to trace my every move,
now Im here,now Im there,
all around the milky way.
When you need me,I am here,
when you dont,I dissappear,
through the blacknes and sorrow,
through the light of tommorow.
See you later my old freind,
see you,
in the need of a help.
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