I'll be a fool when the sun's out Burn you a fire when you burn out And give you the future you gave away And give you my youth for some million days.

... видя постоянно свет солнца и красоту луны, мы привыкаем к ним и не восхищаемся ими.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with the golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Я просто звезда. Не луна и не солнце… Я просто звезда в виде света — в твоём одиноком оконце!