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“No one knows me

I want to shine,” she says.


You are my star

My wishing star

Star of the my darkest night

A beacon, a pulsar

A cryptic but obvious message

Stand fast little man, little woman

Hold tight

You are understood

By no one as completely as by each other

And that is enough

You are wonderful to behold

Forgive the blind

Even when they eventually open their eyes

And claim as if clairvoyant

They always saw the star

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