If I were a shooting star
I would shine bright and colorful light
through the dark night sky
I would shoot past the moon and sun
as I was wished upon
I would carry all the dreams, hopes, and wishes with me
forever in a giant burlap sack
Until the day my light went away
until the day I faded away
to nothing, to darkness,
to dust
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