They say stars shine bright
That even the brown ones emit light
And oh, how they glow in the skies
How they pulse and shine and rise
But how is that that star over there
Has neither life nor flair?
Aren't stars suppose to brighten night?
Where is the passion, the fight?
You've been told myths, you see
For even the stars can be unhappy
Even the stars can have scars
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Epiphany
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