The Falling Star
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and to quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and to quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
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