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Twinkle, twinkle, Mirach star, Shining brightly from afar, In Andromeda's constellation, Guiding stargazers' fascination. North of latitude fifty-four, You're a beacon we adore, With magnitude so bright and clear, You light up the sky, my dear. Mirach's Ghost, a galaxy near, Seven arcminutes, never fear, NGC 404, its name so grand, A celestial sight, hand in hand. 197 light-years you reside, A cosmic distance we can't hide, Through gas and dust, your light does wane, But still, your brilliance does remain. With proper motion, you gracefully glide, 0.208"·yr−1, side by side, Mirach, oh Mirach, we sing your praise, A star that guides us through the cosmic maze. Random page: JB 318