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It was a cold, still night.
The stars above me were shining bright.
So lonely, so eerie...
And my eyes turned teary...
The flapping of a bat's wings,
The creaking of a set of swings,
The wind whistling,
Blades of grass bristling,
The eyes of owls,
A lone gray wolf howls,
And this sad feeling lasts.
My heart starts to beat fast.
Then, way up, high and far,
I suddenly see a falling star.
I folded my hands and knew what to say.
I whispered to myself, "I wish for day."