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Vanish

Up above I stand
in the dark,
the last of my kind
like a wolf without a pack

Near am I, yet far,
land beyond I lie,
buried in the darkest sky
surrounded by stars

Where are my siblings?
for they have been sold for shillings
if you see the light
you realise that the darkest night is bright

Slowly I vanish
while to the sky I remain a scar
the stars fulfill their wish,
twinkle twinkle little star

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