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Of The Stars
Invisible and weightless air;
Skipping spritely, shifting lightly
played through her dancing hair.
And she looked unto the shimmering stars,
far above,they too fell in love -
a thousand dead kings and Tsars.
They rest beyond the milk blue sky,
Someday shall I join their noble ranks;
That day will be the day I die.
And she shall look to me in the stars
And I will be loved as kings and Tsars.
- The Artist
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