A consolation of thoughts wonder about, are they permanent.
The constellations that stand still. With pieces of themselves they give to each other.
Becoming whole, Giving light to bright concepts that stretch across the sky.
There is nothing to constrict them, nothing to hinder them.
If any star should ever burn out; another grants it rest.
A devotion to the faith found in one another
Each are philanthropist at heart, reciprocating it's bright gleam
With each assuring the telescope that peers from a distance
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