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Trouble came from afar To tell me a secret: that The stars too shed tears, And this is why they Twinkle during the night, Glistening under and beholding The great moonlight. Yet, Trouble being Trouble, I hesitated to agree. "'Tis because the sun "Has set," said Trouble, "So the stars mournfully "Weep." I listened intently But skeptically, and failed To notice Trouble Transforming into Mischief. He scampered away, To the dark of the woods, And, with a mixture of A shriek and a laugh, Declared, "'Tis true, friend!" I looked upon the sky; The sky looked down on I. Secretly, I believed him, But the sky I told not. Secretly, the sky believed I had rejected the claim, So she sparkled the rest of the night.