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Tell me a story
Her weak voice
Whispered

Do you know
The story
Of the stars?

When the gods
Needed to put
The world to bed

They covered it
In a vast blanket

But the blanket has gotten old
Time
Has worn holes in it
And the gods
Are to lazy
To repair it

So the light of heaven
Shines through the holes

Are you still there?

But she had already gone
To see
If my story
Was true.