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Over the sea the moon grows bright, We gaze on it far, far apart. Lovers complain of long, long night; I rise and long for my dear heart. Candles blown out,fuller is light; My coart put on, I'm moist with dew. As I can't hand you moonbeams white, I go to bed to dream of you.
Looking at the Moon
ladylia added this comment 2008-02-03 03:20:16-06:00
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ladylia added this comment 2008-02-03 03:20:16-06:00
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