The stars do not reach my eyes,
As the clouds roam the skies.
Their light,
Hidden away.
Though I do not see them,
My dreams are among them,
Floating through their lights;
As my eyes close:
A yawn,
Asleep.
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The stars do not reach my eyes,
As the clouds roam the skies.
Their light,
Hidden away.
Though I do not see them,
My dreams are among them,
Floating through their lights;
As my eyes close:
A yawn,
Asleep.