Faster than the velocity of the sun,
Harder in weight than the learn of the monk,
Conference is on tonight,
And over there is a speedy long look of stars.
We have unique character in space,
Where meanings are placed;
Such that screening the planet is safe,
Of a global level, of level with the globe.
Fast is not slow for this flash astronaut,
He binds on a dark matter, tonight,
Only he is in this mess.
Why do you see him in this mess?
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