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There are seven vacuum oceans
Between Galaxy Rim and the sun,
Spawning grounds of the Whales
Passing on their eternal run.

Journeying the multiverse,
Travelling here from afar,
Basking in solar winds
Thrown by each burning star;

Creatures of energy
Grazing stellar places
Singing to their kind
Over vast stellar spaces.

Maybe when they return
Our system will be gone.
Will they even notice
Or just carry on.

Constantly moving
On their eternal runs
Journeying the multiverse
In the winds from many suns.

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