That Big Old Moon
Over the trees, it smiles at me,
that big old moon,
is all we need.
Casting its halo,
all over the earth,
lighting everything below.
Many a lover has looked above,
reminiscing of old,
and future loves.
Dreams have been dreamed,
lips have been kissed,
and love has been made unseen.
Over the trees,
that big old moon,
is all we need.
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