Wish you were here, beneath the sky,
The night is soft, the clouds so near,
The stars shine down, falling they fly.
But still, I wish that you were here.
The night is soft, the clouds so near,
Beneath the stars, the night is still,
The moon's in mourning, its light a chill.
Shooting stars like streamers fly.
Laughter it echoes, it lilts...
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