Your heart is broken, and so is mine.
May be it was always like that,
was like that when we watched the stars the first time,
was like that when we first met, and this is why we feel our souls side by side.
I am now getting old and
I am not sure if the stars are still apart
I still feel your pain, too far away to carry.
Your heart, I have always carried it, and I always will.
I will think of you, when I watch the stars softly falling in my cloudy skies.
Sometimes, far away is close, and sometimes close is far away,
and sometimes you have to let go the pain, for your heart to survive.
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