Fifth star from the right one,
In the direction you want.
There must be a girl
With hair blending to the sky,
Skin like milky way,
Galaxies in her eyes,
Still dark, eyes and brows and lashes,
You can spot her with the smile.
A crescent moon, seen from a mile.
Her name, if you ask,
She may answer, it is that.
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