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By The Stars

along,

a wrong and lonesome man

at pace,

his place, through days, at least

he walks to stars

he walks through nights

a dream

would seem is where he’s free

to be, to be

the man he wants

to be, to be

along,

in song, another world

untold, his soul can live as one,

the one, the one his dreams allow

for now

our hero,

by stars, for now

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