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“Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.” - Carl Sagan

She said 'Meet me at the gates at eight 'Leave now, don't be late' She said one day she'd walk away 'Cause I was always late Thought things were okay Didn't care though anyway Say 'Sorry, babe, I had to meet a mate' Tempting fate We first met through a shared view She loved me and I did too It's now seven-fifty Getting ready, better be nifty Do my hair quickly Step out, it's cloudy Mate bells me to borrow money I've got two Henrys and a dealer to pay Call up on geezers to rid these green trees From my reeking jeans Got a 'you-think-I-care' air Out glaring geezers' stares I'm here and I'm there Couldn't see past the end of my beer What was getting near All of the silence after the tears I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there? She said 'Meet me at the gates, don't be late' But pretty soon the day came for change And I was glad she never walked away So I'm choosing what to wear Doing my hair with an hour to spare When my life went pear She'd been there with a fixed stare Big wheel climbed to the top Geezers' stares bounced off Standing at the top of this huge mountain Smiling and shouting Spring flowers sprouting Not one inch of doubt in my mind As I reached the gates Came around the corner at a rate Risked her love But I was gonna set things straight Never again am I gonna be late [x3] I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there? I said meet me at the gates Leave now, don't be late I waited for a while Listening to her voice mail Mind set sail Then the facts turned me pale Wind, rain, hail My fears unveiled for my fair female She'd walked away Too little to late I step up the pace Walk past the gate Rain runs over my face Spirit falls from grace I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place In the chase, I sat down, got a fat frown Weeping and drown in my senses For this love game's expensive I walk in a trance Got a wounded soldier stance And the everyday geezers' stares throw me off balance Now nothing holds significance And nothing holds relevance 'Cause the only thing I can see is her elegance I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there? I didn't know it was over Till it was too late, too ate But if I ever needed you Would you be there?