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Would you look at the number of stars out tonight!
I can't think when I've ever seen starlight so bright -
You can see why they say it's romantic alright 
All those men with flamenco guitars.
Of course they insist on another thing too -
Make a wish on a star and that wish will come true.
Do you think something like that might happen for you?
Tell me, what do you make of the stars?

Can you find what your ancestors pictured up there?
Can you pick out the archer, the dog and the bear?
Do you know that the starlight is crowning your hair
with the wealth of the last of the tsars?
I don't know how much star gazing has ever been worth.
I don't know if the heavens acknowledge the earth.
But it feels like a star did a dance at your birth.
Tell me, what do you make of the stars?

When we're young we like anything fiery and bright
Like the Fourth of July or Christmas Tree lights.
We strike big kitchen matches (although that's not right)
And stick glow worms in mayonnaise jars. 
Some day, if we've grown up like most people do
We look at the stars and they're no longer new
and we have to ask somebody little, like you -
Tell me, what do you make of the stars?