[Honestly, having been banned in earnest from every kitchen she'd ever stepped foot into. She'd only expected to be in there a few moments. Enough to sneakily load up a plate and dash back into the glorious freedom of Down The Hall Where She Can Eat Her Ill Gotten Gains.
But... ... but.... .......]
O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light
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But... ... but.... .......]
O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light
... Isn't it?