Stardust
I once chased a star, that was actually dust
And as I grasped it I felt otherworldly.
There was nothing around, but the moving of stuff
So I floated around knowing I would catch it, promptly.
My fingers ebbed, hoping for life
With my newly- found glory
But then I touched it at once, almost died of strife
And put an end to that story.
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