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Reach a hand to the crescent moon |
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grab hold of the hollow |
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If she sits in the palm of the left |
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that moon will be fuller tomorrow |
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If she sits in the palm of the right |
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that moon is on the wane |
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and the love of the one who shares your bed |
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will be doing just the same |
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`Won't you come with me', she said, |
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`there's plenty of room in my iron bed |
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You're looking cold and tired |
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and more than a little human |
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I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, |
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but I think once your body feels my hand |
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your mind will change |
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and your heart will lose its pain' |
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Out among the fields gently hipped |
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beneath the corn, |
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Assiniboine bones beneath the highway |
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he stood there and he thought of home |
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A finger traces the path of a satellite |
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You're drawn to a distant copse of trees |
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A voice as sweet as Mare's Tail |
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clings to the prairie breeze |
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`Won't you come with me', she said, |
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`there's plenty of room in my iron bed |
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You're looking cold and tired |
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and more than a little human |
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I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, |
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but I think once your body feels my hand |
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your mind will change |
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and your heart will lose its pain' |
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Do I reach for you |
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when I know you're on the wane? |
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Do I sense you when I know you're not around? |
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Do I search for you |
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when I know you can't be found? |
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Do I dare to speak your name? |
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Raise your eyes to a moonless sky |
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and try to wish upon a rising star |
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Search all you want for her blessing |
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but you won't find her sparkling there |
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Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky |
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where nothing but darkness unfolds |
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and watch as all around you |
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she reveals the brilliance of secrets untold |
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Won't you come with me, she said, |
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there's plenty of room in my iron bed |
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You're looking cold and tired |
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and more than a little human |
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I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, |
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but I think once your body feels my hand |
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your mind will change |
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and your heart will lose its pain |
