The Mystery of the Stars
The stars have come to visit earth;
they're flitting all around,
and twinkling, flying o'er your head,
but making not a sound.
They're lightning bugs or fireflies,
you name them as you will.
They dance their magic waltz of light,
while the dark night is still.
A million of them light your way,
as you walk through a glen,
exposing night time secrets there,
that are beyond your ken.
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