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Humans are like stars,
Some shine brighter than others,
While some shine dimmer than the moon's non-existent glow,
A tale from the past or the future's call,
Who knows where winds are from... did it go up or fall?
But when a tale is glazed of mystery forestall,
Who would not want to hear it all?
A little tale about a dim light,
That got cut off even before it could put up a fight,
Was granted a second chance by an evil might,
In exchange for the shadows to eat up its light.