The stars were so much brighter then. they dim and die. So why pretend. the sky goes on forever.. But if they fade as science teaches. Poets lose the power of speech. waste paper ink and feather. If I'd taken up the trumpet. as I should have done. Then I wouldn't be. always losing sleep. while I'm trying to make this rhyme. For the stars were so much. they were so much brighter then. If I couldn't put a price on your head. What's the use of me trying. for the stars?. The morning comes. the days are just the time between. until the dusk. when we can be together. If I'd taken up the drums. and I could play in time.. If I had the power. Would I be wondering how. I'm ever going to be write this down.. For the stars wree so much. They were so much brighter then. If I couldn't put a price on your head. Then what's the use of me trying. for the stars?.