POEM STARTER

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold; a place once so magical now hurt to behold.

Write a rhyming poem that ends with this line.

The same stars

We looked at the stars like they were ours Oh, how it hurts we sleep under the same stars a curse I don't know you anymore I won't forever more The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold a place once so magical now hurt to behold
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