if eyes are the window to our soul,
the stars are the pin points on the map that makes us whole,
the stars shine through our pain,
mapping out the journey through the rain,
the stars fall to the ground,
reminding us how we all fall down,
but we shoot through the sky,
like diamonds shining up high,
the stars shine through our deepest pain,
endure the darkest rain,
following the path to the one who matter most,
the love host.
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