No matter how many times
I make a new poem
The same words come out
That the seven of you
Changed my life
And saved me from dying
Nothing can describe
How grateful I am to you
For saving me from drowning
But with much difficulty
The last poem for you has come
And so this is my last poem to you
It doesn't mean I won't love you
It just means
That you are so deep in my heart
That no words can completely describe
How much I love you
Thank you my seven stars
For illuminating my path
And making every meeting celestial
I love you all
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