Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
First word sprout over the world,
her voice continues
from shore to shore.
First star tumbling down,
cherry always bloom with
her
over the child’s swing
days and nights.
Star over the years,
Engraving in my chest-
sorrowful tree bowing in the deserted house.
The evening sets and
today
with her song.
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