I stare at the glow-in-the-dark
shapes on the ceiling
I remember when they were just
a heap of stars on our floor
An excited twinkle in your eye
I called you childish
You didn't care
I'm glad
For they now forever gleam
your constellation
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I stare at the glow-in-the-dark
shapes on the ceiling
I remember when they were just
a heap of stars on our floor
An excited twinkle in your eye
I called you childish
You didn't care
I'm glad
For they now forever gleam
your constellation