Above the world so wide and deep,
The silver stars awake from sleep.
They paint the sky with glowing light,
And guard the silence of the night.
Each star’s a story, old and far,
A shining dream, a burning star.
They whisper secrets to the moon,
And sing a quiet cosmic tune.
Through endless dark, they softly gleam,
Like pieces of a golden dream.
A reminder in the skies above,
Of wonder, hope, and endless love.
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