
At night I lay upon my bench and stare towards the stars.
The cold night air comes creeping in and home seems oh-so far.
If only I could swing upon those twinkling dots above,
I'd look down from the heavens upon the ones I love...
The cold night air comes creeping in and home seems oh-so far.
If only I could swing upon those twinkling dots above,
I'd look down from the heavens upon the ones I love...

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