Looking up at the night sky,
She counted the stars.
They shone brighter than,
Anything seen before.
She counted the stars
Because her father once told her
"When you feel alone
Count the stars and
You'll have thousands
More friends with you."
That day her father died
Slowly in his sleep.
She cried and cried
Took some pills and slowly died.
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