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She sang to me about stars,
And how they came to be.

Clouds of dust scattered,
A galaxy far away.

Cold at first,
But we'll make it work.

The spark that starts,
And with heat it rises.

Bright, beautiful...
Everything life needs.

Then she sang some more,
About how they cease to be.

Slowly the core collapses,
The helium burns out.

Less bright, more cold,
Until it returns to its dust.

And sometime, maybe a million years later,
It is this same hot core,
At the heart of the collapsing cloud,
That will one day become a star again.

And we'll light up the night sky again.

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