Night Sky
There is beauty in the night,
Though it's not often seen.
Such a peaceful sight,
But stars seen through a screen.
The different constellations,
Each with it's own meaning.
So many formations,
Stories, surviving and teeming.
There's so much we can learn,
The history, if only we look.
Each star the burns,
A story, not found in books.
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