| | Picture of the moon
you gave to me that night
The stars were out to play,
the moon was shining bright
If only I had known (However could I know)
that it would end so soon
I was left with a picture of the moon
The sound of soft guitars
beneath the spanish skies
Across the candle lights
the sadness in your eyes
If only I had known
that it would end so soon
I was left with a picture of the moon |
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