We were matched by mistake
We crossed the carving
We reached for a cure to the plague
Do not go gentle tonight
Because I reach into the stars for you
The pilot, the poet, the physician
This is our story
And my oath to you
We were matched by mistake
We crossed the carving
We reached for a cure to the plague
Do not go gentle tonight
Because I reach into the stars for you
The pilot, the poet, the physician
This is our story
And my oath to you
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