I am an aching star, hung on a blacklight sky
I am a spoken poem, to the question, why?
I am a lonely heart in a paper no one reads
I am the dose of medicine everybody needs.
I am in calligraphy in gentle, flowing hand
I am the anthem sung in the hearts of man
I am a seashell abandoned on the shores
I am the favourite film which everyone adores.
I am an
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