Sometimes, when I'm sitting in my bedroom...
All ALONE... in the DARK...
I sometimes look up at the stars and wish I was them.
All ALONE... but in plain SIGHT...
But then I think of something...
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Sami laughed, continuing to do it - a little harder this time, but not nearly hard enough to damage the fabric.
"Just because," she replied, gazing up at him with a small smile on her face, her hair framing her cheekbones and jawline. "I always used to do this when I was little - I remember, because my father would laugh at me all the time."
Her eyes fell from Tony's face down to the hand that was holding his shirt, and they became crestfallen.
"I guess... doing it just... reminds me of him."
She slowly released his shirt.
"I'm sorry."

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It's really strange, I think...
When they're up there...
They're all ALONE. In the DARK. But everyone can SEE them...
It's strange when I look up at them...
Because they kinda remind me of YOU.
"Look at the stars. Look at how they shine for you."