Stars are Speckled Gems, Handfuls of pretty fairy dust Flickering in a veil of gauzy night. They hold an earnest wish,i know, In every sparkly light. No. Stars are but huge fireballs Miles,miles,miles away. Burning themselves slowly out of existance- Pale reflections Of Glorious Sun Somebody said so.
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