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Ba-da, ba-da-da… yeah…
When the night starts to sparkle… I get to thinkin’ of you…
Oooo... oo..


Shooting stars… as they glide through the night,
Painting the dark with a trail of light...
Rainbows fade, but darlin', not you...
You’re my technicolor dream come true...


I’ve seen the skies turn a dazzling hue,
But nothing shines quite, the way you do…


Comets and kisses, it’s you that I’m missin’,
When I’m away from you… ooo… ooo… oo…
Every tune that the band starts playin’,
Just keeps sayin’... I’m sure missing you.



Moonlight falls like a spotlight beam,
I’m dancin’ solo in a half-sweet dream.
Your laughter lingers...  soft and slow,
A velvet echo from just days ago...


Maybe I’m crazy, maybe it’s true...
But every melody leads right back to you.


Comets and kisses, my favorite wishes,
All come alive when I’m close to you…
When the band starts to swing, oh, my heart takes wing...
That’s the rhythm of the heart so true! Break it down boys...
Oooo.. yaaaa...


Trumpets sigh, the night takes a bow,
I can feel you here and now...
Every heartbeat like a drum in tune,
Guidin’ me back to you real soon…


Comets and kisses, starlight that glistens,
It’s all I dream of when I'm away...
And when I roam, I’ll follow that glow...
‘Cause sweetness, that glow is,
you! Ooo. Ooo.. Yaa.. Yaaa....
(ba-da… da-da-da… you!)

Comets and Kisses

If
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

* This track represents the fusion of human emotion and AI-driven creativity.

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