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Fallen Star
It started a dream:
Heavenly, angelic, perfect.
Suddenly I knew that everything
Would be alright.
Or so I thought.
Everything I see,
Anything said,
Whatever I do
Reminds me of you.
Why must I feel
The way I do?
All I want is to be
In your arms,
All night;
Every night.
But I’m walking down
A one way street:
Nothing I say,
Nothing that I do,
Seems to turn me down
A road that I can walk,
With you.
Is it hopeless?
Am I wishing, on a
Fallen Star?
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