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We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever
That tomorrow will bring something better
We pretend we're not made of stars
As we roam the streets and bars
We pretend we'll never die
That our kids won't ever cry
Over the loss that is our end
Every student, teacher, friend
Everyone we've ever known
Has a constellation they call home
When the moon comes out at night
I look to them to see the light
To all those who did pretend
That their story would never end
But on some nights, breezy and clear
I see the stars and they feel near
I can grasp one and hold it in my hand
As it takes me to another land
We pretend this earth is all there is to see
Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me
We pretend we'll never die
Because we truly won't
To someone's eye



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