| The moon is like a boat my love
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| Of lemon peel afloat my love
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| And with a sail of gauze my love
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| She seems to slightly pause
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| Upon her silent way
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| All on her starry way
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| I see her pearly decks my love
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| Set in with diamond specks my love
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| I see her pearly mast my love
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| Far from her seashell past
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| And softly does she sway
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| All on her starry way
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| Of silk they have been spun my love
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| Her ropes that limply run my love
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| Down to her carved prow my love
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| Down to her mermaid prow
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| And gently does she sway
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| All on her starry way
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| She seems to link her long my love
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| and if spell by a song my love
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| I know she terries thought my love
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| And journey unforgot
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| She makes her starry way
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| She makes her starry way
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| All in the sea of sky my love
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| The moonships sail and fly my love
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| Tho' many are their kind my love
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| Tho' all need but one wind
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| To make their starry ways
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| To make their starry ways
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| And there will come a time my love
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| O may it be in mine my love
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| When men will proudly rise my love
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| And board to sail the skies
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| Moonships from all the spheres
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| Moonships from all the spheres
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| The men be bathed in light my love
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| The women clothed in white my love
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| All in that wonderous fleet my love
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| As each the other meets
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| Will smile and softly sing
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| Will smile and softly sing
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| And on some distant sand my love
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| The ships will gently land my love
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| Fair folk will meet them there my love
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| With flowing golden hair
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| And great will be their joy
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| and great will be their joy
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| The moon is like a boat my love
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| Of lemon peel afloat my love
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| And with a sail of gauze my love
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| She seems to slightly pause… |