Under the lampost
It was that cold November night,
under the lampost,
we watched as the shooting star passed by,
you wished for her,
and I wished for your wish to come true,
because inside me a little ray of hope had begun to grow.
under the lampost,
we watched as the shooting star passed by,
you wished for her,
and I wished for your wish to come true,
because inside me a little ray of hope had begun to grow.
Beautiful.. it's hope that keeps us look for a better future.. cheers little nidhi.
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