Shooting Stars
Pas coup de foudre
Nor is it koi no yokan
It’s much more tragic
We need a term for
Premonition of heartbreak
This can only end
It’s not Clare de Lune
It’s Prelude in E Minor
Adagio for Strings
Our secret glances
Made all the more compelling
Knowing they must end
We are shooting stars
In unseen skies, we blaze in
Secret, then we die
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