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The Burning Star

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A flame lights
Amidst the luminous moon
and the crescent shaped stars;
Breathing like a whisper,
Like a curse.

As it burns and it screams
The sun cannot hear its cries.
Cannot hear it, cannot stop it;
Can only shine its bright, magnificent light
And seduce the stars to rise
Again, and burst into wild fire.

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