How did I end up in the skies,
But I don't know how to fly,
I just can't see you cry,
I come back with the stars from the skies.
Look at the moon every night,
Just saying that you'll be alright,
Doesn't matter its left or right,
In the middle my heart will shine bright.
Take care where ever you are,
Because I'll always be there.
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