She loved to see the little stars
That lit the winter sky,
Each night she’d count them, one by one,
As they went flitting by.
So when the night was wrapped in clouds
That hid each twinkling star,
She wept because she could not see
Them shining from afar.
But when the moon peeked out to see
What her tears were about,
She realized the clouds would melt
And her stars come back out.
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