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Star

Star, my only star,
in the poverty of the night, alone,
for me, alone, you shine,
in loneliness you shine;
But, for me, star
that never will stop from lighting,
a too short time is granted you,
you lavish me a light
that in me does nothing but
sharpen my despair.

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