She gathered all the stars in a jar
And watched them close
Yet still they faded, broke and died
For transient are the beautiful things
And transient are we, my darling, my dear

While this Dancehall’s lit with sparks of life
Will you dance with me?
Dance, dance
Until the days grow thin
Until all has come to fade

And like stardust
We too melt away


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