shooting star

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his watching drew nigh
as he lay in the grass
gazing the darkened sky
awaiting a shooting star to pass

i want my wish to be true
star, oh, galaxies away
i'll lie here till i feel the morning dew
just to see her every day

his eyes grew tired
but he stayed awake
a flash in the stars made his heart pace
wishing with his might with all at stake

he thought of her eyes sparkling with passion
and her laughing
he wanted so terribly for her to be his
that when the star was gone he was still thinking of her, while dreaming

the girl he wished for was wide awake
her face in her pillow and mind a race
for how could she sleep
when her heart someone could take?

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