Shooting Star

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A flash of your life
Is enough to send me up like a kite
The sound of your voice
Is enough to shut my own choice
The sight of your form
Sends me on a crazy storm
The smell of your scent
Drives me over the edge of meant
To be's cause I see my dream
It doesn't leave it ends my being
I'm breathing in heaves
Don't vanish please

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