There's a twenty carat moon
Shining from your eyes,
And morning's come too soon;
I can hear it in your sighs.
Smitten lovers croon,
While hand in hand together,
Beneath a brazen moon
They're crafting from the Ether.
A place where dreams can fly,
To a heartbeat's soundless tune;
And we'll never say goodbye;
For this dream is coming true.
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