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The stars, oh how they twinkle
up in the evening sky.
Oh how they shine and glimmer
like diamonds hanging high.
They light the way for Angels
who travel amongst them there.
And cast their heavenly light
upon Angels' golden hair.
Sometimes when all alone do I
stare up in shear delight
at the million brilliant stars
that shine throughout the night.
And sometimes on a misty night,
I look up, sadness on my face.
I search and search for just one star,
but only clouds now in their place.
Then a breeze does gently blow
the clouds away and then,
I look up and smile for
the stars are back again. |
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