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A poem for a lost star

When we look up
Into the night’s sky
We see a hundred, a thousand, a million bright stars
Shining down on us.

They seem so close,
Yet they’re untouchable.
They glisten back at us,
But they’re unreachable.

A shooting star
Streaking across the moonlit sky
Brings a smile to your face
And a tear to your eye.

They may be a hundred, a thousand, a million light years away
But they are still there.
They are still with us.

At the break of day
They may fade away.
But they are still there.
They are still with us.

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