Thursday, May 27, 2010


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My father always knew
That I was a shooting star
He told me that one-day
That I would go real far
He told me never to give up
Until I reached the end
Until I made my goal
But, I always knew
That I am a shooting star
That at the end, I’d begin again
That shooting stars never grow old
And, we always knew
My father and i
That we both were shooting stars
That the whole universe was ours
That we should behold

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