Shooting Stars
theres a star in the ski
asking you to wave goodbye
its time has come
it has to go
where it will land
you will never know
you have one last chance to make a wish
one last chance to change your ways
one last chance to save a life
so as that star falls towards the ground
you wont hear it make a sound
all you will see is the beautiful sight
of that star waving good night.
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