Astronomy Speaks – The Cockney Bard

Most beauteous the stars, astronomy speaks. Heavens abide the twinkled dust. Eternities roll thy favoured tongue. Disenchanted arrows of petulance rear a cankered head, embarking a density of ignorance wherein celestial orbits rise and fall. Piteous thy mind, where visions deem thy sight an erroneous intrusion. Seek thy setting sun and fleeting thy vision where glorious beams of light do descend from heavenly spheres, embracing solitude and harmony forthwith and yet in persuasive eye do pry the substance of the soul. Wishing thy travels ascend to beyond thy visionary sight, to fields of stars and a rolling universe beyond thy mind.

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