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To love; to die

To dream; to cry

My hopes I cast into the stars,

And there, they rimmed themselves upon the sky;

So every night I would behold them, bright and great—

Count them over and over— until I slept;

Yet one night as I stood there underneath their awe,

I saw that one was uncouth; it burned the less—

I wondered why this was such, and worry soon filled my breast;

Doubt filled my eyes and fear choked my every breath—

Then in terror, I gazed again, upward into that immense blue breadth;

To see every star—falling—flickering in its death—