| Little boy sits by the light of the moon
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| Knows that he’s lost something precious too soon
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| He’s quietly singing a nursery tune
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| Sings for whoever may hear him
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| Then one day he finds for whatever its worth
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| The moon and the stars and the blue spinning earth
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| They’ll all come and go through death and rebirth
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| And the ones that he’s lost will be near him
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| He says no matter the distance they put in between us
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| Whether on earth or on high
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| I send up a prayer if you blow me some kisses
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| From the faraway nearby… by… by
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| So whether you’re weary or cold as a stone
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| Baby, maybe you’re reeling in feeling alone
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| But remember your sadness, well it isn’t unknown
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| Just think of the ones that you’re missing
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| They says no matter the distance they put in between us
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| Whether on earth or on high
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| I send up a prayer if you blow me some kisses
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| From faraway…
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| You can hear them all singing and dancing
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| Kicking up their heels from across the divide
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| Listen, you can hear the music playing
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| Calling out to someone from the other side
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| Yeah, no matter the distance they put in between us
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| Whether on earth or on high
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| I send up a prayer if you blow me some kisses
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| From the faraway nearby… by… by |