I’m suffering from chronic inflammatory Star-disease
Whole body infested with thousands of big and small stars.
My great grandfather advised me in dream,
The only way of healing to marry a sky-lass.
Hey Old sky, how many daughters have you?
Let me immediately marry at least one of them.
But my disease is very much infectious.
Save me. Save the world. Save yourself.
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