| Written in the Stars |
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| Simple really, isn’t it, a word or two and then |
| A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when |
| You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell |
| The someone you once loved so long ago so well |
| Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by You don’t have to ask me and I need not reply |
| Every moment of my life from now until I die |
| I will think or dream of you and fail to understand |
| How a perfect love can be confound and out of hand |
| Is it written in the stars |
| Are we paying for some crime |
| Is that all that we are good for |
| Just a stretch of mortal time |
| Is this God’s experiment |
| In which we have no say |
| In which we’re given paradise |
| But only for a day |
| Nothing can they alter, there is nothing to decide |
| No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide |
| You are all I’ll ever want, but this I am denied |
| Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I’d never learn |
| What it is to be in love and have that love returned |
