The color of the moon
Through the clouds,
Is her hair
It's dark and bright
Maple trees,
And palm trees
And she's a full moon away,
And she's a full moon away
And she's a full moon away
The color of her hair
Is the moonlight above
And she's a full moon away,
She's a full moon away,
Its dark and bright,
Through the nights,
Through the nights,
Through the nights
Maple trees,
and palm trees,
Balm
And she's a full moon away,
And she's a full moon away,
And she's a full moon away,
Her hair kissed by this tune,
Her hair kissed by its love
Maple trees, palm trees
And she's a full moon away,
She's a full moon away
Reynaldo Casison
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