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Glittering are the stars above my head
Shimmering they are, to my eye
She looks down, at faces wry
And hopes
Not of a happy emotional flood
But of a life deeply explored
Not of a rich material load
But of removing each's illusionary shroud.
And to them I say,
Be true, to self and all in fray.

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