As I look at the stars
Which shine on me tonight,
I wonder where you are
And hope that you’re all right.
When you look at the sky
The way I’m doing now,
Please darling, don’t you cry.
I’ll get to you somehow.
The night is getting cold.
I guess I’ll go back in.
I’ll soon have you to hold,
But I just don’t know when.
It seems that in my dreams
Is where you always stay,
But I’ll go to extremes
To be with you someday.
Sept. 25, 1990
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