Airplanes
We Pretend airplanes are shooting stars
As the eye of Luna watches
We make a wish every now and then
To satisfy the thirst for magic
As the eye of Luna watches
The stars rush, so does our heart
to satisfy the thirst for magic
something to feed the imaginative mind
The stars rush, so does our heart
We make a wish every now and then
Something to feed the imaginative mind
We pretend that airplanes are shooting stars.
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