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See her how she flies |
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Golden sails across the skies |
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Close enough to touch |
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But careful if you try |
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Though she looks as warm as gold |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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The moon can be so cold |
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Once a sun did shine |
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Lord it felt so fine |
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The moon, A phantom rose |
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Through the mountains and the pines |
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And then the darkness fell |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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It's hard to love her well |
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I fell out of his eyes |
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I fell out of his heart |
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I fell down on my face |
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I tripped and missed my stars |
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I fell, And fell along |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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The skies are made of stone |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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She is hard to call your own |