Arthur Moore Poems

The moon behind you highlights now your silhouette
Is that my favourite dress you're wearing, I can't forget
How mad I was for you
We were lovers not so long ago
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I walk along the street
There's a big hole up ahead
I think about other things
Not watching where I tread
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I dream of you, I dream of you
And all the times I've talked to you
Professed my love, hoped that you
Would tell me that you love me too
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