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+&I've always wondered
Do you look up at the stars and think of me,
Do you look up at the stars hoping I'm looking to,
Do you look up at the stars hoping to see a shooting star,
So you can make a wish on it,
Do you sit there in the middle of spring,
summer,
fall,
and the middle of the freezing winter,
Just looking up at the stars,
Wishing I was there in your arms,
Looking up at the stars,
With you.
Do you look up at the stars and think of me,
Do you look up at the stars hoping I'm looking to,
Do you look up at the stars hoping to see a shooting star,
So you can make a wish on it,
Do you sit there in the middle of spring,
summer,
fall,
and the middle of the freezing winter,
Just looking up at the stars,
Wishing I was there in your arms,
Looking up at the stars,
With you.
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