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We always have watched the night sky Eager to prove the existence of God. We try to find answers in the star's light. Tommorow unveiled by our zodiac, A God-given warden who guards our sleep And wishful thinking fulfilled by the stars. As children we thought that stars Consisted of cheese attached to the sky. As youngsters we knew that during our sleep We could save the world and shake hands with God; As adults we learned that our zodiac Is but a group of stars that reflect light. Hearts are torches. They pump light Through our veins like a thousand shooting stars. If 'Doubt' was a sign of the zodiac A veil would block our gaze towards the