We were weary,
The sky was teary,
She was dancing,
With her moon sway,
As the tambourine played,
Letting go,
Of the days blues,
In her evening dress,
In loves caress,
She was dancing,
With her moon sway,
She was dancing,
With her moon sway,
In her evening dress,
In loves caress,
Letting go of the days blues,
With every moon sway,
Her blues flew away,
With every moon sway,
The blues flew away
Reynaldo Casison
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