Starry constellations,
Passing overhead,
Sparkling brilliant, bright, and blue.
Amidst the blackest bed
Of thick velvet, nighttime sky
Streaking gold, flying by.
When summer goes and winter rolls
Into the season's here,
The stars, they shine with brilliant light
The heavens' golden tear.
The sunshine yawns and stretches arms
Of golden light to erase the stars.
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