Falling, shining, shooting star
How I hope you hit my heart
Twirling, swirling, circling near
When will you appear, my dear
Waiting and waiting and waiting some more
Only projection is seen and that is all
Near the ground and in the smallest thistle
Can only be found by the quietest of whistles
Falling and shining and shooting through sky
Melting with warmth from the burning red star
Twirling and swirling and circling in spheres
Land in my lap and drop all your fears
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