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Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be a star...

Birth is a beginning and death a destination
And life is a journey from childhood to...

The old man turned to me and asked
How many friends have you...

I looked at the stars so bright,
as I silently cursed the night...

I said I am afraid to go to a better place
until you lit the path and took my hand...