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Little star within the heavens,
Twinkling down from indigo,
Send me shining, sweet delights
And drench my dreams in fairy glow.
Silver moonbeams flow from your hair,
Diamond sparkles adorn your dress;
Glitter softly on my face,
I long to be a star princess.

As I look up into the sky
Where thundering hooves of midnight horses
Pull the zooming chariots
And weave about the planets' courses,
There I see the fantasy
That I can never truly reach,
But as I lie in cotton sheets,
I'll learn all that they have to teach.

I'll not be taken from my dreams,
Nor burn the day away in pain.
I'll not be ripped apart again,
Nor swap the coloured bow for rain.
For sun and moon and shining stars
Are needed for the daisy's growth,
And as I lie beneath your grace,
I love the light and darkness, both.

The sun may shine and wither plants,
But likewise, it turns them lush green.
The dark may hide the colours bright,
But gives them rest and helps them dream.
The rainbow needs its sodden friend
To shine and grace the world below,
And kissed it is by sun in day,
And gives the moon its bright halo.

And so, I lie beneath you, star,
So bright and twinkling, worlds away;
I see you smile with rising moon
And wave goodbye in rising day.
Adorn me in your glinting dreams,
And scatter my face with starry light;
I'll wear you wreathed within my heart
And always keep you in my sight.

For promises of twilight skies
A-grow my lonely heart a field
Of daisies, shadows of the stars,
A dream, a perfumed, pretty yield.
The lonely days where all seems bare
Will never plague my heart to die,
For come the night when all seems lost,
I'll look for you, my star on high.

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