When I sit idle, and there’s nothing to do,
All I think about is you.
There’s something about you, in your eyes;
That makes me believe in my lies.
I’d ask you to be mine, and play the part.
But, my sweet, my girl, it’s not easy, but hard.
And when the bright stars twinkle at night,
All I have is nothing, but you in sight.
I can see us holding hands,
Across the seas and in distant lands.
And when the sun will shine down on us,
Trust me, oh baby, I’ll make no fuss.
And this is just a part of what I feel.
Just a fragment of all my zeal.
Just a star in the endless sky.
Just a tear, for long I cry.
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