The City Of Stars

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We used to sit out on our blanket,

And stare up into the dark sky,

We used to count the stars,

Id say how many there are, my grandfather would deny.

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Just me and him, and the stars up there,

The wonderful stars so pretty,

I think when I looked in his eyes,

I could see the city,

The city of stars.

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Each person is born a star,

That star would always be up there,

And each night when you went to bed,

You could see the star, so rare.

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It will sit up there till you die,

Wait for you each night,

It will wait and wait for you to come,

And then come in sight.

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And for a moment or two,

You'd acknowledge it,

Maybe smile, maybe frown,

And sometimes the star would wink, just a little bit.

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And then you would grow old,

And so would this star,

And when the day came, and you pass away,

The star would be put in a jar.

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And in this jar, it would wait,

Until a new baby is born,

And it can be free again,

Free again, Reborn.