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A crescent moon now overhead
As I come rising from my bed
Remembering the words I said
A few short hours ago
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Like linens hanging on the line
The clouds a comfort for my eyes
In secrets whispered on the skies
Along with breezes flow
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I wonder of this time apart
As longings cling so tight my heart
In gilded frame like precious art
The sun comes into view
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When then my open eyes can see
The man that I can surely be
If only you would come to me
Whatever I must do
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With endless trees and hills to climb
My aches, my pains on borrowed time
The distant church bells set to chime
The miles in between
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I follow on in destined task
Is it too much for me to ask
Within your arms I long to bask
If you know what I mean
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To stumble on the crooked path
And weep these tears of aftermath
For comes the heat of summer wrath
In everything so new
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I wander here and wander there
In hopes to show you that I care
With you my dreams I long to share
Until my days are through