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    Stars

    Awaiting the tranquiling sun
    Upon a shuttered pane
    Eternal lids of an old poet
    Greets the shiny pearls of sky
    Smiling at his epitaph
    The Milky ink on a blank space
    Sparking like
    Morning dew on an equitorial grass
    Imprinting life's wise old tales
    Twinkling brightest on its collapse
    To put a grin on everyone meeting its gaze


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