[27] The Falling Star

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Under the twinkles, we lay,Our breathing soft and low,Far away from any fray,The misty grass below

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Under the twinkles, we lay,
Our breathing soft and low,
Far away from any fray,
The misty grass below.

Gaze fixed on the studded space,
"Do you think it'll happen?" you doubted,
Then the awaited comet strode with grace,
Through the path, that destiny had routed.

Tainted without any fear,
It departed from the eternal sky,
Taking a sharp sheer,
It disappeared in front of our very own eye!

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