You're my Star

Late at night when I'm surrounded by all my childish hopes, dreams and fears, I step to my window and look to my rising star in the East. He doesn't know how bright he shines, now high he goes, nor the velocity with which he soars upwards. What's more, he doesn't even know how much of an inspiration he is to me, even when when he is miles away, high in the sky, and I'm stuck down here on the earth.

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