STARLIGHT
White,
as it turns.
Blind,
the star burns.
Long,
the rays dance.
On
waves of chance.
Bent,
the beam flows.
Wide,
it's breadth grows.
Soft,
the star glows.
Oft',
the Mind knows.
Long,
the voice yearns.
Deep,
the soul learns.
Up,
as it churns.
White,
as it turns.
Blind,
the star burns.
Long,
the rays dance
On
waves of chance.
Bent,
the beam flows.
Wide,
its breadth grows.
Soft,
the star glows.
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