For I Saw

I made a wish for my death
For I saw a shooting star.
Man — in black hood with a hook,
Or a crook, o what you are,
I am but here in a nook.

I made a wish for my death
For I tossed coins to the well,
Blew eyelashes on my palm,
Bought thirteen purple candles,
I am but here with a bomb.

Of all wishes and wishes,
No hook nor crook on my door.
Of all coins and eyelashes,
I am but same as before.
I made a wish for my death.

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