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Little one, before the heart was born,
You were there, already, waiting,
Riding on a star that shoots the skies.

Little one, when the night disappeared
You were the warm, gleaming sun,
Made for a journey of days rebirthing.

Little one, now only memories are sad,
In the hollow room, little one lit the stage,
She wrote the page, drew the lost signs
Saying— we are enwrapped, alive, joined
With farthest reaches of light— little one.