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Shooting Stars And Comets

Shooting for the stars and coming at me

The confusion is overwhelming

 

Yet it’s a confusion that I welcome

See, one shot me down

The other reached out, saved me from falling

 

Somehow I still long for the shooting star

Though the comet still comes

So I enjoy the moment

Until the shooting star is no more

And if the comet continues to come…

Then that will be the day