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Stars
Little dots in the sky
Who seem to fly
Shining over us
Watching over us
Oh tell me pretty thing
When did you become such a pretty light?
Or have you always been such a pretty sight?
Making us feel safe
Lacing us with your beauty
Even at death you create a delight
Making us gasp at the sight
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