Star

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If one could be a shooting star
And fly throughout the night
And travel very much afar
Then I, myself, just might
Because how great a pleasure
For kids to wish upon
The very passing shooting star
That I am riding on
And I could count those very stars
That danced and spun and twirled
If I could be a shooting star
Right now I’m just a girl

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