Stays There a Quilt

Beyond the stars are papers, Lifting such floats, such, do, I as much know this paper, Falls towards the ground, Steals a fistful of dollar bills, Weightier! Weaves a quilt, Likewise, it has a token bet, Life does rain upon the hill, There I saw it passing, by, If once is there brakes, all, The times I saw the pests, So little that were life big!