| She’s fixed in his mind like the picture
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| He’s kept in his wallet for years
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| The image, it’s never been tarnished
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| By the blood, sweat and tears
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| And after all of these years now
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| The moon is still over her shoulder
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| And the stars are still falling above
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| And she isn’t one minute older
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| And he is still falling in love
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| Now sometimes, he finds it’s amazing
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| That all of their children are wed
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| Their mother, she still turnin' eighteen
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| And turning his head
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| Yes, she still turns his head
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| When the moon is over her shoulder
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| And the stars are falling above
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| And she isn’t one minute older
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| And he is still falling in love
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| And the moon is still over her shoulder
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| And the ribbon is still in her hair
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| And he, be still sees her dancing
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| And music just hangs in the air |