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She's stopped.
She's stopped wishing on the stars above the sky....
...in fear she'd only shoot them all down to the ground...
so she holds on tight to her one last remaining star...
in hopes the morning light won't steal her away...
she's comfortably wrapped herself in the night sky..
as she's become good friends with the moon...
but what's most amazing of it all...
she's fallen in love with the rain.