Meteors
The night time is my kryptonite...
Watching me like a satellite...
Wavering back and forth...
A greeting from Mars...
A dance lesson from the stars...
And two moons sitting above the purple clouds...
The grass whistles as I stay stagnant...
My hands behind my head...
Staring at meteors cross the sky...
Wishing one day I could ride with them.
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