The North Star moved farther south today
It was part of the sky's map, you see
but as with things like love and need
you just can't count on what you think you see
The hills went dark before I was ready
to bid the day, sublime- fare well
but as things are rarely what you wish for
my tongue did not choose to tell this tale
My eyes shed quiet tears of sadness
as one more time love skipped me by
but as joy cannot be measured by the feats of others
my weighted heart just heaved a sigh
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