| just as the moon must have the sun
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| and cannot shine without him
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| so I, to live, must have a love
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| so strong, I cannot doubt him
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| if he is whole in heart and soul,
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| I follow him wherever
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| if he is pure, then I’m secure
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| and we’ll be one together
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| I do not want a saint, I want a man
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| with thoughts of love at will as woman can
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| and such a wonder love until I die
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| we really need the sun
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| the moon and I
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| we really need the sun
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| the moon, the moon and I…
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| ahhhh… ooo-oooh, oo-oo-ooh
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| just as the sun must shine by day
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| in splendid isolation
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| so is the moon alone at night
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| an only invitation
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| I wonder why the poets try
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| to like and love to heaven
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| when love on earth has so much worth
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| for those to who is given
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| for you I am a part of love’s desire
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| and I can feel your heartbeat next to mine
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| we harmonize with land and sea and sky
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| we sing beneath the stars
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| my love and I
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| my stars has made us far
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| the moon and I
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| ohhh… ohh… |