M J Fraser
Glittering down from high above
Encircling the world in a sparkling glove
Set upon the blackest night
Guiding all with gleaming light
Stars that speckle the night on high
Without a cloud, the angels sigh
As wishes, dreams and space collude
And shooting stars we must include
For way above in darkest night
We send our wishes to bring what's right
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