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A shooting star passes by Crossing the lunar moon as it goes Many small eyes everywhere squeeze tightly And inside each, a small wish is made Most small wishes are insignificant These are meaningless and material The kind of which will not be granted A small few go far deeper The night of the shooting star A young girl made a deeper wish She wished for the sadness to go and love to come That night, as she dreamed, a smile came to her face Wishes can come true The girl died that night Her burden left her, the clouds loved her Her childhood kindness was rewarded |
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Quotes from Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood. |
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© 1998 Edens Mount.
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