Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned;
Would I were the heavens, looking back at you with ten thousand eyes.
Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned;
Would I were the heavens, looking back at you with ten thousand eyes.
I don't like to cross dead people out of my address book. I put them in square brackets.
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