A Starry Night
The little sparkles in the sky,
Each one different;
Some are still,
Some tend to fly.
Every star tells a different story.
Some tell of princesses,
and others tell of wishing hearts.
Some speak of magic dragons,
And others of greatly treasured arts.
And the rest speak of runaway forks and spoons,
A dancing dish.
And the sky will tell you anything,
As long as you wish.
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