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Studs piercing nights' dome, stunning--
multi-faucet glistening--
crystaline luminisence . . . stars;
myriads of magnificence
in communion with heaven.
What a pristine pirolette--stars.
Beacons bathed in ebony,
on corner posts pitch black,
pierce velvet nightfolds clearly . . . stars.
Angels in exultation
hang exquisite dangles high
to light the paths for mankind . . . stars.
What a blistering halo
to adorn the reborn soul!
We blaze before wings come, as--stars.
When our light has fizzled, burnt,
we streak across heavenly skies
in a gaseous twinkling . . . stars.
Ornamental halos . . . high;
we lead others--earning wings.
Then we fly like comets through . . . stars.
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