Last night I saw three shooting stars
That was three wishes I got to make
And though two of them will never come true
Only the future will tell if the other will
I forget daily that I am growing older
Eased into my age
It takes someone else's youth to remind me
But I'd buy more meteors blazing across the sky
More coins in a well
To have some of those days back
And I often wonder if your kisses miss my lips
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