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See her how she flies |
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Golden sails across the sky |
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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 the sun did shine |
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And Lord it felt so fine |
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The moon a phantom rose |
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Through the mountains and the pine |
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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 her eyes |
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I fell out of her heart |
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I fell down on my face, yes I did |
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And I tripped and I missed my star |
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And I fell and fell alone |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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The sky is made of stone |
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The moon's a harsh mistress |
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She's hard to call your own |
