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Stars shine bright on a moonless night. What secrets do they hold? Some things are never to be told. How many worlds await us? The number must nonplus. We can't comprehend. Understanding only pretend. Imagining all the answers while no fact occurs. Dreaming only to dream- Euphoria in a moonbeam. Somethings are better left alone. Star scattered and blown. Some reaches never explored- left to the universe to hide and horde- never to be torn asunder while man can only wonder staring up at the stars, a speck on a sandbar.
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