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Shining high but they’re still crying,

watching from a distance, lost in the dark.

Every light is a dream left dying,

a whispered wish that never hit the mark.

And the wind can hear them sigh,

falling slow across the sky.

They draw their stories in the night,

a fading spark, a silent fight.

Tears of the stars keep falling down,

soft little echoes that don’t make a sound.

Singing in the night, fading far away,

but their voices always find a way.

Dancing slowly in the midnight silence,

burning bright, but they’ll disappear.

Holding secrets, frozen in the skyline,

lost promises from another year.

And the wind can hear them sigh,

falling slow across the sky.

They draw their stories in the night,

a fading spark, a silent fight.

Tears of the stars keep falling down,

soft little echoes that don’t make a sound.

Singing in the night, fading far away,

but their voices always find a way.

If you ever feel alone,

just look up and you will see—

every light has got a story,

every spark is meant to be.

Tears of the stars keep falling down,

soft little echoes that don’t make a sound.

Singing in the night, fading far away,

but their voices always find a way.