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The moon weeps as the beauty of the stars twinkle above.

These tears, however, are not sad.

These tears are tears of great beauty.

Beauty that weeps down in glorious rays of shimmering light.

Light filled with the tears of the heavens smiling on us as we sleep.

Filling our thoughts with dreams and taking away our worry.

Leaving us completely serene in the tranquile state of rest.

Totally unaware of what's going on around us.

Taking us into our own world.

A world in which we control our destiny.

Everything is left in our hands for

We are the "Dreamers of Dreams,"

And we are the "Masters of our destiny."

The future is ours to mold,

For we hold the clay.