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2008-09-02 | |
We were walking in the park
Holding hands, late at night,
We were alone, it wasn’t dark,
We had the moon, we had our light.
And then, she stoped and looked at me,
The full moon was shining above,
I was happy, who would’t be?
From that moment I was in love.
Then I knew with all my might,
That was my chance, I couldn’t miss,
And so, it happened, late at night,
We had the moon, we had our kiss.
Later that night I took her home,
And then she told me that we’re a lie:
“I made a mistake, leave me alone!”
I said good night, she said good bye.
Now I’m waiting for her, my light,
Hoping to get the one thing I miss,
Standing alone, in the dark, at night,
Hoping to get another moon kiss.
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