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Those days that you're used to
are over and done.
Time to pack up the moon.
And fold up the sun.
Vacuum the stars
off my carpet of black.
Hide it away
to never come back.
Dust the clouds
that pepper my floor.
Drain the water,
that each of them stores.
Lightning too must be packed away.
Next to the birds
Forever to stay.
I'm claiming the sky.
From now on it's mine.
No more exploiting its beauty
and raping what's fine.
Go find yourself a replacement.
Any sky will do.
For this sky is mine.
I'm not sharing with you.
are over and done.
Time to pack up the moon.
And fold up the sun.
Vacuum the stars
off my carpet of black.
Hide it away
to never come back.
Dust the clouds
that pepper my floor.
Drain the water,
that each of them stores.
Lightning too must be packed away.
Next to the birds
Forever to stay.
I'm claiming the sky.
From now on it's mine.
No more exploiting its beauty
and raping what's fine.
Go find yourself a replacement.
Any sky will do.
For this sky is mine.
I'm not sharing with you.