Clear me a space
To gaze at the stars
They dreamed about telescopes
Alone in the park
I thought of the empty cars
Surrounded by ugly homes
So hand me a pen
To write the card
To say goodbye
Clear me a space
To gaze at the stars
They dreamed about telescopes
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