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.