Shooting Stars
By Christian Lange
Shooting Stars
Silver streaks across the night sky
Teardrops, from a moon that cries
Teardrops, from a moon that cries
Pettiness, anger, cruelty, loss
As hard as I might try
I can think of nothing sadder
As the moon, when she cries
Something big or is it minuscule
What is it – what does she see
That could cause shooting stars
Teardrops, from a moon that cries
As hard as I might try
I can think of nothing sadder
As the moon, when she cries
Something big or is it minuscule
What is it – what does she see
That could cause shooting stars
Teardrops, from a moon that cries
I would ask, but I don’t want to pry
So I will sit and wonder
What, makes the moon cry
So I will sit and wonder
What, makes the moon cry
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