The words that streaked across the sky,
Turned stories upon stories that never lied.
Then the story lay on white and blue.
This one spoke of me and you.
It happened all of a sudden.
These trillion words rushing across the sky,
They told stories of me and my.
They tumbled and jumped and rolled,
A huge expanse of heavenly scroll.
It happened all of a sudden.
The ravaging, swooshing and violent storm,
Told stories of our universe.
It didn't speak well of it today,
It stayed nightly black,
Till it turned into the calm of the day.
It happened all of a sudden.
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