I shot my eyes through the orbit
It was empty and void, worlds apart.
Through the outer space
It raced, through endless space
That's the world out there.
If we all have to pilgrim there,
There wouldn't be rain
No sun, no pain
We would be missing out.
It'd all be empty and void, worlds apart:
There would be no joys, no pains
No varieties. We'd all be in chains,
We'd all miss sadness, darkness and madness
We'd be living life that's lifeless.
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