You shake your head
What is so hard to believe?
When you are in your bed
I sing over you the sweetest things
Because oh, My love does not tire
I'm awake when the moon is full
And I know the times when you feel lost
And you just aren't sure
Lo and behold
My love hasn't grown cold
For you
You cold steal away in the middle of the night
And hide in
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