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Stars

Please tell me I can become a star

Not just in life but when I die

I'd like our world better if that's how things are

That would be amazing looking down from the sky


Granting wishes answering prayers

Playing God, eventually it wears

The light grows dim, the stars see the ground

The stars burn out and we all fall down





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