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Welcome, .
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I write in this book by moonlight Shines silvery on the page A slight breeze out the window Touches my upturned face The words and lines come so naturally Rustling leaves outside agree The whisper of night sets everything right Sends this song to me But the breeze, it’s not so gentle And cars hiss by in the dark That tree is just a telephone pole Blackened, straight and stark The moonlight is just a streetlamp Glaring incandescent blue When I close my eyes it’s moonlight As I write this song for you |