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The Stars

A perfect ball of light
Hanging in the sky
What a majestic sight
To meet the eye

Above the trees
They will not fall
Above the seas
Most beautiful of all

On they shine
For years to come
I wish they were mine
But I shall remain glum

Out of my reach
They shall stay
At night along the beach
I stare amongst the ocean spray

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