| It shines not with a light of it’s own
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| Yet casts a glow to earth
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| Voices from generations past
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| Have sung about it’s worth
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| Contemplate the moon…
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| Contemplate the moon…
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| It’s helped to guide the ships at sea
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| And swooned with lovers new;
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| It takes the tide from beneath, from
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| Beneath your feet
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| And it brings it back… back to you
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| Yes… Contemplate the moon…
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| Contemplate the moon
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| On deep dark nights when it is full
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| Moon glow… moon glow…
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| The only light…
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| Or on the nights when storm clouds try
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| They try to keep it from your sight… from your sight
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| Contemplate the moon…
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| Contemplate the moon…
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| Think about the mighty Hand
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| That sets its course to be
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| A gentle glowing night light
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| There to comfort you and me…
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| Contemplate the Moon…
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| Contemplate the Moon |