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Once I held a moon, a lover's gift |
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If memory serves me right |
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Once I owned a sky where moons could drift |
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And bathe my world in light |
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I held onto to that moon |
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as long as he was there Just holding me |
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But it means nothing to moons you see |
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Once I held a moon, |
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a lover's was not his to give This is life he said, |
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enjoy But it wasn't mine to live |
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I let the moon slips through my finger |
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And my love let go of me But it means nothing to moons you see |
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They sail through the night |
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and you follow You hitch up your heart To that moon like a cart |
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It's all you know |
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how You're faced with your pride |
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but can't swallow |
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You lift up your spoon |
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And you howl at the moon that it shouldn't have shone |
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and that you are not as gone |
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Once I held a moon |
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And by its light I loved |
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And he loved me |
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But it means nothing to moons you see |
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Once I held a moon Once I held a moon |
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adalai |
