May 20, 2011
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My fingers on top the of table
They look so alone
The reflection shows pairs entwined
I'm still flyin' solo
The glass is cold beneath my palm
The spaces between my fingers bare
The wind blows between the gaps
There should be warm fingers there
Did I discover my destiny
Sitting here tonight
Is my fate the same as the stars up there
Shining so very bright
They seem to sparkle joyfully
But the truth is universally unknown
While amidst innumerable stars up high
They will always shine alone.

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