Two little kids
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Watching the skies
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One of them says:
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"I wonder why
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All of the stars
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Are shining so bright
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When there wasn't a star last night.
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I've often wondered: What is a star?"
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The other says, "Here's what they are:
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Stars are the windows of heaven where angels peep through.
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Up in the sky they keep an eye
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On kids like me and you.
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They cry each time we are naughty;
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Their teardrops are the rain.
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But when we're good they are smiling
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And they shine again.
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Stars are the windows of heaven where angels peep through."
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(Instrumental)
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They cry each time we are naughty;
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Their teardrops are the rain.
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But when we're good they are smiling
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And they shine again. My mom says:
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Stars are the windows of heaven where angels peep through.
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Stars Are The Windows Of Heaven
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| Anne Murray |
