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At the door of heaven
nothing else matters
I would only take the weightless soul
that stores all you have made me
into a heaven of our own
There is maybe a generic soul collection heaven
but a specific one is much cherished and preferred
I know when we stop
it won't
It might just start to form a brand new star
or better sitting on light and heading beyond the edge of universe
There are sure plenty surprises awaiting for us
every light year ahead
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