I stare at stars like a mad man
I feast upon the stars with a silver spoon
The stars are mine.
They are my only friends.
Some shine bright
Others shine brighter
That doesn't matter they are still there
the sky's diamonds and jewels
Strung with cosmic dust
I'd wear them proudly
I think about that often
While I'm gazing at stars
Feeling the universe
Mind going to mars
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