Sweet meteor
burning bright
Careless in your
downward flight
Burn hot and bright
and full of fire
Till time moves on
and passions tire
Mem'ry still seared
by your trailing wake
Were you captured
oh what I'd take!
Though flesh be scarred
by your heat
The pain would feel
as soft and sweet
Such flame grows short
Your wick not tall
And soon enough
the star must fall
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