I gazed upon the night sky, a wishing star to see.
Unaware of what we always believe, 'God has a plan for me.'
It finally came to light one day, what he had in store.
He whispered in my ear, 'Don't gaze at the night sky anymore.'
I then believed in miracles, for it's unreal what I see.
My wishing star all this while, was you within me.
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