that when you wish upon a star
it’s already gone,
millions of years ago, actually,
and we’re looking at something
that might not even be there anymore.
But it’s light still reaches us,
still gives us hope.
Hope
that we can change our station,
that we can do whatever we put our minds to,
that we can make the world a better place.
It gives us hope that there’s still time.
When we’re gone,
for millions of years after,
our light will be there to give hope.
Because we are made from stars.
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