If I see a shooting star
I'll be sure to make a wish
All the while I'm wishing
I'll hold my crucfix
I'll watch the star as it shoots
Across the mid-night sky
I'll relish at the beauty
As I just softly sigh
For I will be a winner
If my dream comes true
If it becomes reality
I'd share it all with you
But if my dream should falter
And come srashing to the ground
Just like that shooting star
I would not make a sound
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