The Gift
When I look up into the sky
In the dark of night
I see the stars
Shining clear and bright
This vision takes my breath away
Where do the stars go in the day
Do they fade and die?
Or on a cloud, in comfort lie
Until it's time for them to rise
And give their magic to the skies
I think God gave us all this gift
At the end of each day
To give our hearts a lift
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