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I see the moon as she goes down And I catch some stardust in my hand Will there ever be enough to go around? Could there ever be enough to let us down? I can't answer that question We'll leave it up to the pros And we'll just listen carefully As the stardust flows I drop the stardust from my hand And go back inside again You fall gently as sin and then slip through my fingers again From Letras Mania