Tonight, stars are falling,
Over Chicago, New England, Texas,
From angry east to angry west,
Dark cars: hearses that we don't call hearses
Roll silently towards lively, warm houses,
And as they roll away,
The stars fall away,
And the sky is black
People, bright spots!
Crowd the streets! Block the hearse!
Populate the dark earth, so that our reflection in the night sky
Will be twice as bright as any stars ever could be.
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