The sky is falling, I swear it's true.
Every night, in the sky appears;
a Stone on fire
burning through the air.
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Long thick trails stain the eye,
bright and then gone,
but probably still here.
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Make a quick wish,
(don't forget to exhale)
while the magic lingers,
Crackling in the dusk.
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They appear in the sky,
for the watchful they're there.
These stones of Magic Fire.
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They dive into our sky,
Flinging themselves willingly.
Then, purified through fire,
they fall as angels to the ground.
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Cousins of lightning,
yet allowed to remain.
They bask in all Elements,
No other is so entitled.
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They fly through the Ether,
and Fall through air.
Purified by Fire,
Cooled by Water,
They sink and are grounded by the Earth.
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What do you wish for,
as you gaze at the stars,
Should you wish for the same,
if you wish on so many?
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The stars look down,
Burning steadily from their spots;
at their young foolish friends,
so eager to experience their fire.
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So brilliant, so fleeting.
We hope its enough.
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By their graceful end,
They grant us a boon.
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Gratefully, let us not only Wish,
but willfully make it happen.
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