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on borrowed dreams
he said we are made
with the same atoms
as the sun and the stars

that a small part of him
could have been a star
long ago now fallen
on this solid planet

yet not having
a light of its own
he was afraid he
may fly apart

anytime once
more into the
finest powder
a tear in my eyes

as I dive into
deep thoughts
he never ceases
to surprise me

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