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Paper Moon
You sing of how it feels to be
At the waterside
Like the willow tree
How the nightly schemes
Comfort troubled hearts;
Velvet pillow dreams
As to window gaze
Past the memory haze
Of love's vocal praise
Under paper-thin moon
The freedom-less song
Of familiar tune
'May God guide me through'
Your voice it sings
Back to home so true
Where the blessèd heart
Knew of love
From the start
Copyright ©
Sam Scott
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