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THE STARS
When the sky is so clear,
When the nights at the door,
I look at the stars,
Above me, so low,
And their distant, but close
Blue and cold glow
Has its own perfection,
But no sparkle of love.
But when nobody does
It comes time to sleep,
And the troubles are mocking at me,
Humiliating,
I turn my eyes to the stars,
I need to tell them so much,
And to hear their answer,
That there will be still happy times
These gems of sky, that call to follow them,
With my thoughts, and my soul, and my dreams, and my body
And the shelter is ready at any of them
For the heart that is so cold and lonely down here
February 2003