reaching for the stars in the sky
and still she never touched them.
She wasn't disappointed though
when her hands closed in on empty air.
For the warm breeze
or even the raindrops brushing
against her outsretched arms
from time to time
were already enough to make
reaching out worth the while.
And what it all come's down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine
'Cause I got one hand in my pocket
and the other one is giving a high five
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