Rigel
In the hunter’s leg,
With full magnitude;
I watch Rigel there,
Always shining through.
You’re my lucky star,
The brightest of all;
To see the Orion’s Belt,
I wish to be tall.
In the stellar cloth,
Of the darkest night;
I’m always outdoors,
To enjoy the star’s flight.
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