The stars speak to me and I to them

I wonder if they are as lonely up there
How many of them have long died?
Their light still shining upon us after years from their demise
Perhaps that is why dead people are believed to have become stars
For people like me to converse with them
Their life prolonged, winning over time

The stars sing to me the oldest of songs

How many people have seen the stars as the light of hope that will lead them home?
How many lovers have sat under this very sky and gazed at this very moon and wrote poetry about their beloved?
How many hours have I spent here thinking about mine?

The stars, the stars they envy him
For he shines brighter than them

I've sang my story to every star, to every rose that blooms in my yard
Hoping somewhere he sits under this magical sky
And the stars sing it back to him

I wish upon every shooting star, to grant him all his wishes

And people ask me why I am so obsessed with the night sky
Why I have been following the stars blindly
Like my fate's written by them

For they say follow the stars home
And they've led me to him

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