Is there a star out there made just for me?
Have I met it with the glance of an eye?
The one in broad daylight that I see,
Perched beyond all space and sky
A land vast as countless beginnings
Filled with the deepest of desire
Departing, in my lifeless days
To this star I shall retire.
The shooting star lifts up the dead
As it passes by in full
Only the moon can see ahead
A new star born with every soul.
Have I met it with the glance of an eye?
The one in broad daylight that I see,
Perched beyond all space and sky
A land vast as countless beginnings
Filled with the deepest of desire
Departing, in my lifeless days
To this star I shall retire.
The shooting star lifts up the dead
As it passes by in full
Only the moon can see ahead
A new star born with every soul.
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