I saw some stars this morning,
Suspended in the sky,
Before the sunlight sneaked on in
And hid them by and by.
Yet since we only gaze at them
When dark is fully on,
What happens to their magic
In the day when they are gone?
Of course, they’re up there waiting,
Even though they’re not in view,
Backstage without their twinkles
‘Til they get their nighttime cue.
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