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Scrape your knee; it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins
When I cut your hair, and leave the birds all the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women."
The meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the
fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that
lies quiet in offering to thee