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The Star
Dark cold emptiness,
a flame shines bright,
a star gleams forth,
in dawn of winter’s night.
Which was first I wonder,
that shone before the rest,
It’s test was surely greater,
its heart was surely best.
Love’s creation tested
with deception and cruel mirth,
the tests designed to crush its faith,
survived just show its worth.
January 2
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