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Dec 2012
I look up in the sky at night
Eversince I was a child
Hoping to see a shooting star
That would make my wish come true
But all I see is the airplanes
Even then I make my wish
Pretending that the airplanes are shooting stars.
Nick
Written by
Nick  Bangalore
(Bangalore)   
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