Every night before I sleep
I think about the stars
What a wondrous sight to see
I can look up to the stars
With no purpose
And while I sit there
I find one
The stars don’t have just one purpose
They have many
As I look up at the stars
I know they listen
I know they talk back
And I know they cannot be still
They shine on me even when I’m in the darkness
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