My mother used to tell me,
Love, never wish on stars because your heart will surely break.
Tonite I feel magic in the air.
I feel the stars calling on me; as the moon guides my way.
Shall I tell you a secret?
I wished on one.
I found you.
And there is no one I would rather be with more.
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