If I Could Catch
If I could catch a falling star and put it in my pocket,
I’d make a wish, I’d wish so hard, no other thing could stop it.
If I could catch your tragic tears and store them in a casket,
I’d be right there, before you cared, before you’d even ask it.
If I could catch what you caught first, feel every pain, I’d take it,
I’d smile so wide, good tears I’d cry, because my love, you’d make it.
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