Constellations

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I like to believe 

That every tear shed

By every sad soul 

Turns into a star 

So when it is dark

And we look up

We can see that we are not alone 

And all our tears

Become beautiful constellations 

That our eyes stop to admire 

And our hearts find comfort in

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