A celestial body, a guiding light,
A symbol of hope, a beacon of night.
A love star, shining bright and clear,
Dispelling darkness, banishing fear.
Its gentle glow, a comforting embrace,
A warm embrace, a peaceful place.
A love star, a constant companion,
A faithful friend, a loving companion.
Its radiant beam, a symbol of love,
A testament to the heavens above.
A love star, a celestial sight,
A guiding light, a shining light.
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