Dialogue
The stars are falling.
—What are you saying, brother?
They're only shooting stars.
Stars are falling!
—What a strange idea.
—But look how the clear sky
is letting loose its stars.
Stretch out your hands,
so you can catch them.
—What are you saying, brother?
They're shooting stars: there, and gone,
not falling,
nothing you can gather.
—Never mind. Just stretch out your hands...
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