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a stellar deception

The stars that you see are dead
The sky you stare at does not lie
Your eyes see the light's sparkle
But not the years it travelled by

You wish and hope for music
You long for some sweet melody
"The song needs your poetry"
That is what was told to me

But

The song needs words I cannot weave
My poetry is not the sword
To the shield of your melody

The stars do not shine at all
And oceans do not have a line
I could just write you a poem
But I can never write you a song

(Because suspicions and doubts always thrive on the surface)
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