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Regenerative,
My little sea star,
Your vast tide pool home
Shows you beauty of
The sun, so distant,
Yet so warm.

Extraordinary,
My little dreamer,
Your thoughts of the sky
Show you glorious
Relatives, bright stars,
Your namesake.
5 syllables per line except for the last of each stanza.
Why is it

we look to the sky every night

and wish upon a star

that is millions of miles away

when yet we have ones right here

that we can touch?

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