| I call her Clair De Lune
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| She walks by moonlight, my Clair De Lune
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| And when the moon’s bright
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| I’ll see her on some sandy beach
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| Or on a hill top, smiling just out of my reach
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| I reach for, Clair De Lune
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| As one obsessed, might reach for the moon
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| As one possessed, might see something
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| Others don’t see
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| I see her face, and I hear a strange melody
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| Uh, uh, ah, uh, uh
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| Strange and sweet, is the haunting theme
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| Uh, uh, ah, uh, uh
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| How strange and sweet, this dream
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| She’s waiting, Clair De Lune
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| There, where the moon light, falls on the dune
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| I run to meet her
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| But like all dreams my ends too soon
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| For just as I approach my Clair De Lune
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| She fades and vanishes just like the moon
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| And I am left, with but the lovely tune |