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by Enaid Blaidd Aug 15, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I look above to the stars that shine, Knowing that many have stared before. All beneath the stars divine. Lovers embrace amongst grape vine, Caring souls smothered in bliss. All beneath the stars divine. Murderers on fresh blood they dine, Victims drowned in the dead of night. All beneath the stars divine. Stars see all. Stars know all. Yet tell none.
