The stars they shine,
So bright at night.
I like to think they are just at rest.
It's like they've taken flight.
I like to think they are still mine.
They guide me by their light,
And it leads me to my best.
The things you do at night.
They flee at the sight of skyline.
With sounds of might,
They finally get to rest.
The stars were right,
If you follow them you will see the moon shine,
And that is where your dreams' at rest.
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