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A little babe wails, face scrunched red Angrily beating her fists, to be fed Such antics not needed, but how can she be told? And above, the stars shine cold A young maiden smiles, searching out love Heart hot as flame and fragile as a dove That love not returned, young heart aches when she's told And above, the stars shine cold Warm green eyes widen, meeting a rich brown pair This love for her, too, only ends in despair Tangled in feelings and thoughts too long not told And above, the stars shine cold A fisher gripped by fever, on her brow the sweat beads Her loved ones know where this discussion leads Wrapstuff's the only way, so her family is told And above, the stars shine cold Her slumber is over, the fisher once more free But awakens to a world not as she expected to see Things have changed, and she must be told And above, the stars shine cold A wolfrider moves closer, seeking to comfort her chief The loss of his soulmate leaves him bereft in his grief She sympathizes well, with no need to be told And above, the stars shine cold A huntress finds contact, now joining only for pleasure Not so eager in painful wisdom to give up her heart's treasure Finally coming to grips with what she's been told And above, the stars shine cold Then returning threat comes to her life's joys and sorrows She must live for today, there may be few tomorrows They are fiercer now even than tales long been told And above, the stars shine cold
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