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My Star

Though I know such a wish is not upon her form, it saddens me that I still watch her fall from the sky.

Why must I wait for the blooming hour for her to grace my face?

So many others dot the sky, yet just like her, they too are very distant.

Why must you leave?

Will you ever stay?

So many questions I have asked.

No satisfactory answers will be given.

Oh, how I wish to see her once more.

Could you be my sun?

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