The Stars

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they sparkle and shimmer

they fade in and out

and help find the way

when they disapear

you know the end is near

the sun comes up

and you start a new day

spend the day wishing

the stars would come out

you stare at the sky

when you see the first star

make a wish

don't be greedy

maybe it will come true.

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