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Elara
It's not my place to tell the stars
their order's out of line.
Nor, tell them which direction
I think they ought to shine.
It's not for me to scorn the moon,
when she hides herself away.
Nor, direct her to the water
and tell her how to sway.
The sun of course, can't hear me say,
that every morning, every ray,
his light's too bright and scares away,
my shadow buddies, kept at bay.
My voice can't carry all that far,
to travel space and time to stars.
My voice of course, it knows it's part,
to whisper to your heart.
