Awash with fame
A zillion stars, amassed
Armies on the celestial plane
The night is clear
I call your name
You are so near
I call out your name
They move as one, mimicking
Passengers for the downtown train
The moment moved, passed on
They sadly dance to a quiet refrain
The night is clear
I call your name
You are so near
I call out your name
I hear the swirling wind
Tear at the husks of grain
I am but a country boy, caught
Out by an innocents stain
The night is clear
I call your name
I thought you were near
And, again I called your name
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