A shooting star streaks
across the sky
and I
wished upon the world
below
Let no one say that i
am not one of sympathy
for in me
(to carry the weight
of the world)
there is hope
And a shooting star
went flying high
(it passed me by a little bit)
And to thank the heavens i wasn't
hit
i
(made a wish just for you)
that while as long as you may live
shooting stars prevail
your life
(so you always
have what you want)
So be careful what you wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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