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~Fallen Stars~


At evening when I go to bed

I see the stars shine overhead;

They are the little daisies white,

That dot the meadows in the night.


And often when I'm dreaming so

Across the sky the moon will go;

It is a Lady sweet and fair,

Who comes to gather daisies there.


For, when at morning I arise

There's not a star left in the skies;

She's picked them all and dropped them down

Into the meadows all over town.


Evaleen Stein

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Taken on June 10, 2008