With every star that's served it's purpose,
Shining in a Constellation, shining bright,
Alas! then succumbing to a star death,
An explosion of a blinding white light.
Listen and hear a multitude of Angels cries,
And a trumpet blowing saying goodbye,
Throughout the long sad crimson night,
For every star's special that's born and dies.
Stanley Mungai.
Shining in a Constellation, shining bright,
Alas! then succumbing to a star death,
An explosion of a blinding white light.
Listen and hear a multitude of Angels cries,
And a trumpet blowing saying goodbye,
Throughout the long sad crimson night,
For every star's special that's born and dies.
Stanley Mungai.
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