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I must go where the Star was born… many years ago
then somehow… the answer to love I'll know
hidden by midnight… yet near to the sun
high on a far-off cloud
how can I see it with eyes ever blind?
just stumbling along with the crowd?
though I must search for my Star alone
just a dream or two behind
yet somewhere… the answer to love
I know… I'll find
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