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LITTLE STAR: It's just not fair that I'm not bright
They call me dull and pick a fight.
It can't be helped; I'm made that way -
I'll not be hurt by what they say.

It's sad to be as dull can be;
I'd shine for boats that sail the sea -
But I'm a star with little glow;
I wish my light would grow and grow.


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