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today, you lay under

a blanket of stars

dreaming of wonder.

a starchild you are,

your breath a rhythmic

twinkling of your heart.

tonight, you stay still

while your parents kiss

and embrace you to feel

locked in a tight embrace,

the night, the cold,

share with you their grace.

all along you are asleep.

and if by chance you wake

from your rest so deep,

you shall know that

to gaze up at your blanket

of stars, is to but

snuggle as you are

kissed by the cold

and the dark

and echo sweet murmurs,

breaths of comfort.

all this the universe

does to make a child,

hundreds, continually,

under its blanket of stars.

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