I saw a shooting star
on the longest night of the yearAnd the moon disappeared
That hasn’t happened in almost 400 years
What would they have thought back then
Woman alone staring at the cold moon Moon child
Wishing on a shooting star
Witch child, star child
She always was a little strange
A little different
A little off
Would they run me out of town
Burn me at the stakeWould I be blamed for bad weather
Ships sinking, unwelcome news
For wishing on a falling star
On the longest night of the yearThe coldest night
When the moon disappeared?
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