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And suddenly, the stars,

Made of shining and beautiful tears,

Gently descended upon the face of God,

As if the sky were weeping its secrets.

Each drop, an ancient story,

Of loves, dreams, and contained pain,

And the universe, in deep silence,

Witnessed the sacred weeping of the world.

In that moment, the cosmos paused,

As if everything around understood,

That even God, in His echoing love,

Also weeps for those who perish and forget.

And the stars, as they fell slowly,

Illuminated the eternal act of loving.

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