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s h o o t i n g s t a r s a n d s k e p t i c m i n d s

every night
that i see a shooting star
fly across the sky,
i make sure
to close my eyes
and dream of a wish
that makes my heart soar

because while my skeptic mind
tells my heart
that it's wasting its time,
what's the harm
in having a little hope?