| 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 slightlty pause
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| Upon her starry 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 twinkling 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 gently 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 softly does she sway
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| All on 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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| Though many are their kind, my love
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| They all need but one wind
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| To make their starry way
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| To make their starry way
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| And there will come a time, my love
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| Oh, 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 woundrous 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 golden flowing hair
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| And great will be their joy
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| And great will be their joy |