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> He counts the number of the stars.
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>> He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.
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Occasion: The stars on a clear night
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Lord, I stepped outside for no reason
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and forgot to go back in.
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The sky just kept opening,
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one more star behind the last one,
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until I lost count on purpose.
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I know a little of what's up there now ---
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how far, how old, how many.
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Knowing the numbers should make it smaller.
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Instead it makes me want to sit down
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right here in the grass and stay a while.
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You have a name for every one of them.
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Not a number.
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A name.
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I don't have a name for most things in my own life ---
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half of what worries me
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I couldn't even properly describe.
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But You call the stars by name,
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one by one,
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without ever losing track.
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If You hold that much
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and still miss nothing,
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I don't have to carry tonight by myself either.
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Let me stay small under this sky
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without feeling forgotten in it.
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Let the distance itself be a kind of company.
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I came out for no reason.
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I'll go back in slower than I came,
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still looking up.
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Amen.
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