A billion grains of sand, that line an endless sea. But, they connot compare, to a trillion galaxies. Each and every star, could have worlds like this. But, we can't see that far. So thier lives we just dismiss. A telescopic view, of a celestial illusion. A microscopic portion, of a universal self-delusion.
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