stars
cold as crystal
shines like fire
they line splendid dreams
the fuel of desire
they sit up above
looking down on the earth,
the day-rise fades them
just as dusk gives them birth
many a man
look up so he they may guide
wondering what they would do
if those stars ever died
shines like fire
they line splendid dreams
the fuel of desire
they sit up above
looking down on the earth,
the day-rise fades them
just as dusk gives them birth
many a man
look up so he they may guide
wondering what they would do
if those stars ever died
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