Here's a wish I'm going to make
On the stars that almost never make it.
This night is special
And it is all clear to me now,
Tracing the steps of monuments,
Taking breaths,
The moments when I'm filled
And the constellations billed
A pretty pocket letter
Blown in words that ride on feathers:
Pretty golden row of lights
Guide forgotten dreams tonight.
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