When you’re thinking of someone,
Ever hope that maybe they are too?
And when they’re thinking of someone,
Ever hope that someone’s you?
The odds are small,
The chances minute.
But despite that all,
These aren’t absolute.
Could it be,
You’re thinking of me?
And at the same time, and the same sky,
A single shining star catches our eye.
And he says, “Tonight I name this star after you.”
As he gazes out upon the ocean blue.
And miles away, her quiet voice echoes,
“Tonight I name this star after you,
He’ll never know which one I chose…
You’ll never know that I chose you.”
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