The moon and all of its stars.
One flying to the left.
I stare for a while.
Where are you going star?
Where do you have to be?
Where do you live?
I want to see.
Do you live in fear?
just like me.
I don't think that you do.
It must take quite a bit of confidence to fly over the moon.
So proud and so brave.
I wish to be like you little star.
You're not even that little are you?
You're big and bold.
My new role model.
I look up to you star.
Both literally and figuratively.
I want to be just like you someday.
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dylan davis
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