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Stars falling to the sea.
There’s no way this could be.
Heaven’s tears are being shed.
And I’m hiding in my bed.
I must run down to the sea.
I don’t care what happens to me.
I’m afraid for the poor stars.
So far from the moon and Mars.
They hit the water and sigh.
Their bright light sizzles and dies.
This won’t be the end of them
If heaven’s tears I could stem.
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