Skies getting dark;
Little children in the park;
Oh, my days are numbered;
While I await crying while I slumber;
The horizon line is so thin;
I sometimes wonder where I’ve been;
The moon shinin much brighter;
Stars scattered cross the rise, I long to hold you tighter;
Brighter shines, the moon;
Baby, I miss ya hurry home soon;
Setting, settling goes the sun;
Darling, darling,...
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