An old and epic game
that we both start to play.
It’s always just the same
in every single way.
You captured my attention
and I just caught you’re eyes.
I entered your dimension
while I was walking by.
There is no need to mourn.
It’s no eclipse of stars.
That’s how true love’s born
and Venus will meet Mars.
There is no living creature
who don’t know how it feels.
From now until the future
the game turns on the wheels.
It’s crazy and it’s evil,
it’s holy and a sin.
We always start to play it,
although no one will win.
It’s like the stars explode
in distant galaxies
and comets will rain down
as far as you can see.
White arcs of light pulsating
and sweep away the fears
as lights are decorating
and hide away all tears.
There is no need to mourn.
It’s no eclipse of stars.
That’s how true love’s born
and Venus will meet Mars.
And if you feel the power
from love that comes to you.
You’ll bring down every tower
and do what you must do.
You’re weak and also mighty,
you’re strong and filled with fear.
And as you go on fighting
the universe comes near.
There is no need to mourn.
It’s no eclipse of stars.
That’s how true love’s born
and Venus will meet Mars.
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