| Reach a hand to the crescent moon
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| Grab hold of the hollow
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| If she sits in the palm of the left
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| That moon will be fuller tomorrow
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| If she sits in the palm of the right
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| That moon is on the wane
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| And the love of the one who shares your bed
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| Will be doing just the same
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| CHORUS
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| Won’t you come with me, she said
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| There’s plenty of room in my iron bed
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| You’re looking cold and tired
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| And more than a little human
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| I know I’m not part of the life you had planned
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| But I think once your body feels my hand
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| Your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain
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| Out among the fields gently hipped beneath the corn
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| Assiniboine bones beneath the highway
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| He stood there and he thought of home
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| A finger traces the path of a satellite
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| You’re drawn to a distant copse of trees
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| A voice as smooth as mare’s trail
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| Clings to a prairie breeze
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| CHORUS
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| Do I reach for you when I know you’re on the wane
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| Do I sense you when I know you’re not around
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| Do I search for you when I know you can’t be found
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| Do I dare to speak your name
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| Raise your eyes to a moonless sky
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| And try to wish upon a rising star
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| Search all you want for her blessing
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| But you won’t find her sparkling there
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| Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky
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| Where nothing but darkness unfolds
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| And watch as all around you she reveals
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| The brilliance of secrets untold
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| CHORUS
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| Do I reach for you when I know you’re on the wane
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| Do I sense you when I know you’re not around
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| Do I search for you when I know you can’t be found
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| Do I dare to speak your name |