Nebula,
Wicked My parents think
Dream My melody sing
Clusters of alumni Even I can be
Surely on the stage, Day may be
Its near and far so away
Its clear and daddy's way
A nebulla of dream
A passion that screams
Single the day Single the time
Singer the way Singer I become
A dust then disappears
as the night fades
And a new hope arises
Singer days
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