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You are a shooting star, alight and brave-

unstoppable, blazing a trail as you rise.

You are a paper kite, vivid and free,

but laden with plans as clear and grand as the sky.

You are full of dreams, the way a room is full

of breathless quite-

so much has happened, so much is still to come.

You are a song.

Your music spills into the street,

and soon the world is following your tune.  

Your dreams

are where you’ve been and who you are.

They’re what you will be: kite-song. Shooting star.