The Star




‘Twas a dark rainy night

Everyone’s rarin’ to go home, cursin’ the blight

But not you

The gods had a precious gift for you

There’s a star right in front of you, hiding from the terror sky

The star that’d been refusing to shine its light on you for some time

But it’s okay, you could bask in its shade, and prance

And stare forever at its blinding, dazzling light from a distance

‘Twas a dark rainy night

Everyone’s rarin’ to leave the place, cursin’ their plight

But not you

The gods, that night, smiled at you…

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