Moon,
a drop thy pavement down the throne of silver bar
Round the rose's watch will keep
The war-sins very far Far from the distant town
Down to Love's old golden hour The midnight trumpet calls them round
The air that is far more starry And lots
of girls have eyes that are just as blue
They smile as brightly And dance as lightly
And very likely they'd be just as blue I
don't know why your face so mischievous
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