Younger Years

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A Star

Millions of their kind on the sky i see

They bring me happiness that noone ever gives me

A shooting star i hope someday i'll see

So i can wish for you and me

Everynight on the sky i stare

To find a star like a wishing well

But it seems like they hate me

Cause i never see any.

To stop is never my intention

They always play on my imagination

Someday i'll see them in reality

And they'll grant my wish initialy.

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