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Mar 23
The star was shining,
the star was blinking,
the star was weeping,
Can you even see it?

Across the universe,
hiding behind the sun,
stay beside the moon,
but there was so few.

The star was hanging,
the star was staying,
the star still weeps,
do even know it?

There was a lot,
friends was what they called,
forgotten since you grown,
There they still weep their thoughts.

The star was sorrow,
the star was memory,
the star was weeping,
Would they ever stopped?
Written by
Enoch
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     Mary Huxley and rick
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