I know that she is far,
But when You patrol,
The Universe,
Stop by my lovely star,
Tell me if she's
Shining bright,
Can I bring her home,
Riding my kite?
Can she be my little wish,
If only for a blink?
Can she ride a shooting star,
And softly land on my moonlit rink?
Or, can I be forever near,
And yet be forever far,
And circle her,
Like her binary star.
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