Not all that is magic

Not all that is magic comes out of a black top hat Because stars burn above in pitch black.
It's a clump of gas that can hardly contain itself
But that doesn't stop us from looking up
And spilling our hearts out.
Locate the second star to the right
Because it seems to be the only bright thing in the night. There's hope for the disasters and believers in such a chaotic constellation.

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