Stars From the Sky is an ancient Praesi song.

Lyrics

"Long have I walked the shore
Known ruin, drunk bitter wine
Brewed in dying light of yore
Before triumph did resign

In shaded Wolof I knew
Rest beneath the sycamore
Yet as the western wind blew
My heart cried out for more

Born grieving, I will die
Holding naught in my hand
So why not reach out and
Pluck stars from the sky?

 I have known kings, petty men
Of pettier kingdoms still
Clutching tight their stolen wen
Using them up to their fill

And the poets weep, when did
We become a people ruled?
The empire folly undid
Was raised by people subdued

Born grieving, I will die
Holding naught in my hand
So why not reach out and
Pluck the stars from the sky?

So let me dance with ghosts,
Beautiful, hungry devils
Let me face great hosts
In dark and bloody revels

I will tread the isle blessed
I will burn the fields of red
And should arrant come the west
The river will be fed

Born grieving, I will die
Holding naught in my hand
So why not reach out and
Pluck the stars from the sky?

I have shared a bed with doom
Danced with death as a lover
Long have I dreamt of my tomb,
And no dream lasts forever

But now that the night has come
I raise my hand to the sky
And one last time I succumb
To that old, beloved cry

Born grieving, I will die
Holding naught in my hand
So why not reach out and
Pluck the stars from the sky?

So why not reach out and
Pluck the stars from the sky?"

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