Immortality?
A star is beautiful and bright, from afar -
So beautiful is he
That we can wish upon that star.
But, truth be told,
A star is really wild and dangerous:
No human being can live there upon and get old,
Because the gasses are so poisenous
And the temperature so deadly high
You'll cook like a christmas goose.
If you love your wife,
For she is fair and beautiful
Her heart is pure and white
A jewel... but then she dies.
And on a stary-stary night
You look up into the glittering skies
And tell somebody:
Look, look - see that tiny bright star?
That is my wife, no flesh and blood, no stunning body
‘cause lately she passed away.
O, God, I loved her so,
Why couldn't she forever stay?
Truth be told,
You are in fact declaring:
My beloved wife, not really old,
Is now a shining star!
So bright and beautiful,
But so very, very far...
O God, o God...she's in hell!
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