The roof of my room
Gets blown away
As I get to slumber
Glimmers come my way
I gaze in rapt attention
At the gray black skies
They seem to send a message
Of twinkle, in the guise.
I pick out the clusters
I join up some shapes
Amidst the fullness
I see all the gapes.
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