link to the song:
https://photos.app.goo.gl/Ek94BBbsutPkhh7w6 Priceless
A red giant lurks past the horizon
The red tape is all we’ve got our eyes on
The void makes all devoid;
What was, is not-won’t be.
This truth that we avoid:
expendability.
I bang the drums of the doldrums
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To dull all the maelstroms
I really like the wordplay of 'doldrums' and 'dull' and 'maelstroms' there.
Less lessors
And purses
Lest lessons
Reverse this
And the meaning and flow here.
We ARE priceless simply because we are unique and we exist, though everything around us may try to help us forget that.
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