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Stars

When it's darkest,
They shine brightest.
What are they?
I call them stars.
"Look at the stars.
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things you do."
But I don't call them yellow,
No, I think a silver-ish,
Like the mooon, that brightens the sky.
Together they turn the dark, dreadful night,
Into romance, beauty, purity.
Shining so bright in the sky,
Never alone.
Together a congragation leading us home.
What are they?
I call them stars.



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