I have to tell you
a little thing about living
(I know, I know, but hear me),
a little thing I've carried
in the dark:
Remember when you saw the stars of childhood,
when you knelt alone and thought
that they were there for you,
lamps that something held
to prove your beauty?
They are they are they are they
are they are.
--Joseph Fasano
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