Once upon a whisper in the cosmic nursery,
a little seed danced in the shadows.
Its roots tickled the edges of the stars,
planting dreams in the cradle of nebulae.
Count the stars, but they tickle your fingers,
and play hide and seek behind the Milky Way.
When the moon yawns, the seed giggles,
and all the shadows sing lullabies to the sun.
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