My dad used to tell me to look up to the sky when I needed to cry.
You know, to stop the tears
Well, last night
I counted a lot of stars
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Counted stars
My dad used to tell me to look up to the sky when I needed to cry.
You know, to stop the tears
Well, last night
I counted a lot of stars