The light plays tricks on you,
Sometimes you want something so very bad,
You see what you want to,
A subtle streak across the nighttime sky,
Perhaps a star imprint,
Million-old light traveling to our eyes,
Reflected back, now a meteor's glint,
Reinforced by the cries of my partners,
I've seen one if you did,
Without the ben'fit of instant replay,
It's a runaway bid,
We want to win,
Even before we do,
Suddenly the sky is filled with comets,
And I'm flying in among them with you.
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