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Mar 2019
Counting the stars
I see it all
The sky through which the suns may call
Spanning the distance
The specks of light
In between nothing but coldest night
On a distant world
So far away
With people made of crumbling clay
Look into the dark
To see our source
They can see it all of course
A part of a whole
Universal one
All around a billion suns
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