you just reach out your hand
the stars aren’t close at hand
and they’re different from those twinkling in the water
you reach out your hand
and scoop them up
some nights are blacker than other nights
and there’s another night so black you can see the stars clearly
you don’t reach out your hand
but the stars themselves come close to you
close up tight
twinkling at your cheek
dreams, they’re not close to you
and they’re different from the images you see when you sleep
you dream of waking and there she is close by
waking up you find it was a bad dream
the truth even more isn’t close to you
and it’s the truth which you don’t believe
there you go!
so some nights are blacker than ever
though you sleep solid and dream sweet
you still sit looking at the stars
stars are close to you
twinkling on your cheek
you just reach out your hand
and quickly wake up
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