| The Falling Star | ||
| 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 lovely to be bought or sold, Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone. | ||
| The Falling Star | ||
| 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 lovely to be bought or sold, Good only to make wishes on And then forever to be gone. | ||
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