Strange a little things
that happen across my
bland vision bands
under a many a wondrous
stars that glimmer under these
strange and wondrous stars
I stay under this tree
this wondrous tree
under these wondrous stars
So far that I can see
that one of these
small and faraway things
that twinkle and twinkle
till they die and wither away
under and under their
own and neighborly
far away dreamy stars
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