She calls her woes up to the stars
And hopes that they will listen
There is promise in their lustre
And a peace in how they glisten
She sheds her tears in moonlight
For there they seem to glow
And as it wanes o’er coming days
Her sorrows likewise go
She whispers her dark secrets
To the planets she implores
Perhaps the power of their names
Is one that can restore
She makes her wish in darkness
For that is when it’s needed
Delivered to the heavens
So in the light of day it’s heeded
The Mewriginal 
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