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Under the Moon

I use to lay in my bed and stare at the moon 
Wondering who you were and hoping I'd meet you soon, 
There was someone out there for me and for you 
As I thought in my head while still staring at the moon, 
The moon was beautiful, so white, so glistening 
Wishing upon the stars I would hope you were listening, 
I would cry and a tear would fall from my eye 
Thinking the moon was so precious upon the clear blue sky, 
I waited for night, cause the moon was my light 
I couldn't wait to see the beauty upon my sight, 
Night after night the moon was my passion 
I wanted you in my arms, just a little I was asking, 
The moon was still there shining way up above 
All I wanted was to give you the power of love, 
I finally found you and we'll be together soon 
That night, I stopped staring at the moon, 
Two months later I glanced at the sky 
The moon was gone, I thought to myself why, 
Later on that night, I looked upon your sight 
And saw the moon, in your beautiful eyes.

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