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Bright Star

Hot, warm star,
Shining bright,
Brings us the good thing,
Known as light.
Without this body,
With no arms or legs,
It helps us live,
In life's big stage.
Waves of heat,
Felt on your back,
It keeps the world,
Right on track.
The wind is so different,
Because it's something you can't see,
But it's always known to be occurring,
When it's blowing, big, green trees.
To be or not to be,
Why? Is the question,
The world moves around,
In certain directions.
And as you can tell,
We still don't know for sure,
Because the mystery of life,
Is considered a blur.

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