Scene at a Tombstone
Did you see the gold stars last night, dear?
A million bright lights they were.
Did you feel the deep chill last night, dear?
But the light kept me warmer than fur.
Were you a gold star last night, dear?
I thought there was one extra bright.
Was your absence the cause of the chill, dear?
Without you, nothing feels right.
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