The distant stars may be beautiful,
The nearest moon may be pretty,
Thousands of mad poets may sing,
Thousands of songs on them,
But these two star in your face,
Just below the crescent forehead,
On either side of mountain nose,
Glitter, twinkle and shine as the sun,
I may not look at your face straight,
The brightness of your face blinds,
For those two little stars in your face,
For they to glow and twinkle day and night,
I may do anything in all my births.
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