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Nelson |
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The stars are burning |
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and the moon is shining bright, |
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The world is turning underneath |
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this canopy of night . . . |
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Somewhere tomorrow warms the distance |
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with the light of dawn, |
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You yawn, my love, |
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Your eyes are growing tired, |
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The dawn must come although we will deny it . . . |
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I'd like to hold you here |
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beneath these clouds of darkest blue . . . |
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It could be a million years |
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before the day comes creepin through, |
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But in the meantime |
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Let the moonshine shine |
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I'm fine, my love, but tell me, |
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How are you . . . ? |
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You know that in the end it all comes true . . . |
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Heavenly homes are hard to find, |
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Heavenly thoughts in heavenly minds |
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Are not the worlds' design. |
