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We were the stars

We thought we were the stars: bright
always in the familiar patterns
of the piloting constellations-
our friendship was sound.
But we are shooting stars
scattered across the thriving universe
in our own paths, though they may
cross. Each with their own destiny.
We may not always travel together
but we all share the same
brilliance and beauty-
together in our nature.

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