The poor thing either gets slaughtered in sloppy, overly-glorified, personification-heaped love poetry, or gets made fun of…misunderstood by those who don’t appreciate its quietly haunting beauty, nor its purpose and value to us. To the improperly sung hero of the night sky…I salute you. And I am sorry for all our wrongdoing and disrespect. We’ve tarnished your good name.
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