𖦹︎ ִֶָ ࣪ ៹ Stars

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I asked the stars
Why do you light up the night?
Why by increasing the distance from us—
Do you get lost somewhere in the sky?

Why chose a child—
To show him big lucid dreams?
Just like sitting on the branch of a tree—
So you hurry like a fruit fast falling?

The stars laughed
"You're too naive to understand"
Put a hand on my shoulder and said—
"See big with closed eyes to stand"

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