Good fortune a shooting star they say,
bringing hope it may.
Little did they know
from Death's hand them were sow.
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Shooting Star
Good fortune a shooting star they say,
bringing hope it may.
Little did they know
from Death's hand them were sow.
Each streak a finishing end,
yet not one story we comprehend.
Perhaps not so terrible thing is Death,
Who steals Life's sweet, fresh Breath.
It is He,
keeping Time going the Key.
Without Life,
there is no Death's strife.
Without Death,
people know not of Life's precious Breath.