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Every Night Before I Go To Bed
Every night, before I go to bed,
I see the moon and his face,
I see the illuminous light of the moon take a heart shape,
I see the moon, his face within,
I see the smile on it,
I see the comfort behind it.
I see the hope that flows within my mind,
I see the dream that comes alive.
Believe me lord, I do wonder a lot,
As what would happen if I put the moon in a pot,
Keeping it with me fo...
Sunday 7th February 2021 2:37 pm
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