| Who would’ve thought that evening would be first
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| To arrive and say:
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| «I got here first before the dawn
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| And long before the day»
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| So love could float her rosy little boat
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| And the moon and the morning star
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| Could be such good friends
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| My love and I, we need your love
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| Like children craving laughter
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| So love could float her rosy little boat
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| And the moon and the morning star
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| Could be such good friends
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| And sorrow’s child looked up and smiled
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| And the moon and the morning star
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| Were such good friends
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| I asked the evening where our hearts have gone
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| Do they sleep like sad old men?
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| Or do they hide like stars in the day?
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| Do they wake like trees for rain?
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| So love could float her rosy little boat
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| And the moon and the morning star
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| Could be such good friends
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| My love and I, we need your love
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| Like children craving laughter
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| So love could float her rosy little boat
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| And the moon and the morning star
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| Were such good friends
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| And sorrow’s child looked up and smiled
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| And the moon and the morning star
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| Were such good friends |