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Shooting Star | ||
If I were a shooting star, High up in the firmament, I could travel very far, Looking downward as I went. I could see the oceans wide And the rugged peaks on land. I could watch the rolling tide And the climate understand. Yet I could not people know! I would be too far away. I could not compassion show, Never having time to stay. | ||
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