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O.M.D. - romance of the telescope
See these arms that were broken, how they held you so.
Never once did they fail you, they won’t let you go.
We’re just waiting looking skyward as the days come down.
Someone promised there’d be answers, if we stayed around.
Over decades, now this romance has sustained us all.
Never questioned, only giving what it made us for.
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