I see a wishing star outside,
Which has fallen from Sky to ground,
Which I pickup to take it inside to warm it up,
Holding it tight so the wishig dust stays round,
I lay it on the floor near the open fire,
While the wishing star is warming up,
I can't decide what whsh I want to use.
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