The great unknown is shown.It beholds the black of night,

Although I should have known,the stars shine all too bright.

They have nothing to live on,they shine and then burn out

.Do they really live on?

The stars are all in doubt.

I ask my bright light star,why do we exist? Why are we here?

My star doesn't reply from afar,

My exaggeration turns to fear.

The moment my star burned out its light,it beholds nothing now, but my sight.

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