Let me be your shooting star.
In your life for a mere instant.
Destined to be a distant memory.
Beautiful, only from a distance.
In the last moments of my life,
let me burn to make your wish come true.
A streak across the sky for split-second.
Maybe you won’t ever remember me,
but at least I’ll go,
knowing that I did one good deed.

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