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Glittering specks of heaven dust

ascend the sky at seven past

Some are hard to find in the crowd

they twinkle to live to a hundred proud

Some are fading, fighting to live on

but they all fall into dark oblivion,

Some shine short, without a care to live

but, the night's beauty is their's to give

No slow fade, no long life of silent glow

majestic, they rule the sky till they explode.