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It happened to me one night,
drinking on the beach,
that a star,
one which I percieved,
fixed
in the firmament of the night sky,
fell.

As it fell in a line,
like one from a sonnet of love,
or like a teardrop in the sky,
as a gash in one's heart.

That night
I found contentment
in cradling a bottle of beer.

Sleep tight,
my love.