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Flying into a meteor shower a little boy learns to handle fire.

Grows quickly at the site of battle.

Learns how to handle fire

Bells sound like whistling birds humming in their trees.

At once there lived their simple home,

a boy turned man in battle.

Momma waits by the radio

Daddy widdles a stick

Nights passed slowly then.

and dreams were prayed while awake.

Can someone count the meteors?

Will someone name their dust?

Illuminated, disillusioned

dreams were prayed while awake

Flying into a meteor shower

thousand eyes lay awake.

As day light grumbles in the dust,

A gentle boy falls asleep

illuminated, disillusioned

Will someone count the meteors?

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