Looking at sky, in the mid of night
I made a wish with a new hope
then you came there as bright sprite
and flew then to the mid aslope
Shooting star, Shooting star
What message have you brought today
in this starry night, of victoire
with your coming here, I found my way
Reclining on this easy chair
I saw you up there as a streak of light
I waved my hand to you to cheer
You replied blinking dazzling white
Shooting star, Shooting star
I do not know, where you go
where you live and what you say
I know your coming made my day.
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