After Every Star Dies
The grass will die and flowers will fall,
Every good day will end, and all my friends return to dust
And even every star will die,
But I will praise the Crucified.
God was Good before voices to proclaim it
And again I will praise Him after every star dies.
And He will be our light
One day we'll lose our breath forever for laughter with You.
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