What is the constellation in the sky tonight?
What coveted objects have made this sight?
Which humans have found their fitting place there?
The sky is full with many, yet how lonely they are!
From the zenith to the abysmal, I have looked for you;
You are nowhere; have you found your abode there too?
As we watched the shooting stars disappear in childish mirth,
We hardly knew, we'd never meet again on this familiar earth!
All the ancient humans that know me peep through their own light,
In this cold dew, I long for the lost warmth of those faces bright.
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