by Sara Teasdale
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovey to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovey to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
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