I stand
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I stand upon a hill
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The moon above
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The wind below
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I look to the sky
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To the shining stars
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To the blackness there
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They shine bright
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But no warmth
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Do they hold
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For me
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I know not
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What I seek
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As I watch
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The stars
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Slide past through the night
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-Kendra Erickson-
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Spring Semester of '98
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