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The air traffic
is so heavy this morning,
I can hardly hear the sound
of the stars singing,
singing to their planets,
preparing them for life.

Sweet songs
of love and longing,
echoing in empty space.

When I hear them
I feel so glad to be alive,
able to breathe, to think,
to see the sky and the sunrise
even glad to hear the aircraft overhead.