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Starsong
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Secular Poetry The earth keeps turning
Yet I remain here
Caught walking that fine white line
That separates dreams from reality.
Soft rains fall upon last springtime's loam
One lonesome star whispers in my ear
And my heart begins to dance in this empty room
As the music fills my soul with song.
Sweet melodies lay claim to my heart
A taste of something sweeter than this
Teardrops echo in the realms of silence
As the stars softly sing my soul to sleep.
Breathtakingly beautiful.