The sun is gone replaced by the moon
And one by one stars twinkle to life.
A lone star shoots from the burning strife
To grant my wish, my one and only boon.
I cannot speak this secret wish aloud
I hide it in my swiftly beating heart
But now it flies up freely as a lark
At last I give it life and sound
So on my fiery shooting star
I lay my hearts treasured desire
And keep silent as is required
Till it comes true in the future near or far.
Then the truth hidden in the depths of mine eyes
Shall rise too, and course across the skies.
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