Plummeting through the skies
A wish was dropped onto to me
So simple and pure was this humble thing
It made me want to weep
My blackened soul may not bear
the weight of its purity.
But I have to take it safely through
to where it ought to be .
Oh lonely star do tell me this,
What could this possibly mean?
This wish deserves a lovely world
Instead it is with me.
It stirs my heart, it makes me feel.
How I wish it could stay with me!
But I have to take it safely through
to where it ought to be.
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