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She sits wisfully remembering
and wishing on a star.
Designs gone by and artfully applied;
where did it all go?
Where does it hide?
Bring it all back the glory days,
when she burned brighter than the sun!
Time floats by like dreams in the sky,
the promise of more has yet to come.
Where did yesterday go?
Where has now gone?
So much for her forever,
lost in the translation of events that
transpired losses through useen causes.
Will there be her ever?
Or will it stand as never?
The thoughts drift out to space.
The stars look sadly upon them
and twinkle even less.
They know the sound of a broken life
and sigh in symphony lonely too
as each star is a million miles apart.