The star
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To everyone else he twinkles, But I see a different vision. Rolling bunches of gas and glory Applying to one mission. Above all other infinate wheels, He himself he places, The only one that hears eternity, And forever shining faces. Going to his den he sweeps, Shooting balls of sinking light, Boiling in his calm complexion, Waiting, fighting, in the night. Thousands of years would make a mile, Another few a second, And the little ones above his sight, Whispered as he beckoned. Come to me O mighty enitys, Feel as what you are, For in my eyes your infinite reign, Is nothing but a star.
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