It was short and soon
Like the magic that we wish for
Thousand diamonds illuminating the dark
Mind confused, what to look at
Afraid of even a blink
The shooting of the star
The traveling of the light
Making the eyes sparkle in awe
Not the second one
The one before that rendered me silent
It's always the first one.
The first
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