The Star's Lament
My boy wished on me every night,
In joy, in rage, in fright.
But where is my boy tonight?
My boy is gone, for now he's a man.
He won't wish on me, although he can.
Oh come back, my boy, tonight.
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I have wanted to be a writer since five years old and have spent my whole life working towards that goal. I've a strong imagination and when I set my mind to something, no one can stop me. My family history is rich and I am proud of my heritage, but also I am a proud, patriotic American. Speaking out for justice, freedom, liberty, and truth are important to me.
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