by Bel Finn, dedicated to Nine, who understands
With the ugly phosphorescence of the streetlamp
(It only lets you miss the stars)
They move in a mass of despondency across the sky
I watch like a sad, wise child
Knowing my star is out there
Somewhere
And for an instant
It breaks free of the hopelessness
Personality sparkling
Star light
Star bright
Only star in this night
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish I dream tonight
But the gloom is too great
And try as it might
My tiny star cannot fight
The clouds ooze across the sky
And it sputters out
I watch like a sad, wise child
back to front
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