The station drifted in deepest space unbuckled from Centauri's gears.
Drawn by some unknown force it sped towards the nearest spheres.
Our sun, our planet, its solstice sky,
Where the light ship fires whilst it passes by.
The station drifted in deepest space unbuckled from Centauri's gears.
Drawn by some unknown force it sped towards the nearest spheres.
Our sun, our planet, its solstice sky,
Where the light ship fires whilst it passes by.
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