He just finished eating dinner
and stepped outside the cave to smoke
They were pictures of things back on earth
A cigarette he'd made from rolled up photo paper
Uninhabited terrain he now called home
He looked out on the greyfish white expanse of
So he wasn't sure what to think when he saw swans And they were wading on the shores of a pale white lake
That he'd never seen there before
He'd seen plenty of mirages and imaginary visitors up until then
Cause everything beautiful is far away He knew he was as good as gone
And it was quite beautiful and it was far away
But gone was somewhere he really didn't mind going to
Since the shuttle had crashed many years had passed
And the pictures of his loved ones
That the drew on the walls of the cave had finally faded
He put out his smoke and proceeded toward the lake
Repeating to himself everything beautiful is far away.
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