When he was young he knew the stars
By family and name;
What they were called in other lands,
And what those names became —
But now, this glory he will miss,
Those stories never shared:
He can’t recall half of them now,
Or why he ever
Cared
To share is human:
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This saddens me
ECHO ECHO
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