People sometimes throw wishes our way, hoping one would stick and we would make it come true.
Some see and endless vacuum of black with tiny white lights shining through.
There are too far and wide for you to count, it seems like a fallacy
But even astronomers could only count the few in your galaxy.
We are the light to guide you in the night, even when the man in the moon turns away from you.
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This limerick is told in the first person view of a star, it comes from my love of the universe and how small the world really is let alone our galaxy.