A shooting star arrives this night
As dancers fill the floor;
Its luminescence pure and bright,
The type one can’t ignore.
It comes to rest upon a tree
To take a twinkling break;
Where did it land, where could it be,
Which branches should you shake?
When bathed within its golden glow,
The darkness cast away,
You stretch to reach it from below,
To snare this stellar stray.
So seize the star and take it home
Then hang it where you dine;
So that each day in coming gloam
Its radiance can shine.
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