looking at the moon through my window,
as it dances in and out from behind that clouds of the night.
I find myself making a wish,
just as I did when I was a child,
about a hundred years ago.
out of all of the wishes that have been made upon the moon,
I wonder how many of them have actually been granted.
as it dances in and out from behind that clouds of the night.
I find myself making a wish,
just as I did when I was a child,
about a hundred years ago.
out of all of the wishes that have been made upon the moon,
I wonder how many of them have actually been granted.
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