both near and afar.
Hands to launch stardom,
bands too raunch, backstage goes star-fun.
Twinkle twinkle little star, flew fast and flew far.
Rosy cheeks no need to speak,
these stars are fading like your makeup in a week.
Spreading stars in the universe,
Oktoberfest bars driving a Munich-Hearse,
I mean what could be worse?
Skirting a halfmoon while floating to the stars with chest balloons,
and drinking beer with festive goons?