With All the passing time.
An angel will sing.
And when it sings.
A baby is born.
Born from total darkness.
To a shimmer of light.
Light that comes from the Northern Star.
It sees the galaxy with a blink.
Taking the crown in its hands, to look into the stars.
To find what its career is in the world.
And comes with a gem of different colors and shapes.
And once it finds it's career it will get,
It's genuine color, and its beautiful shape.
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