alone with the man in the moon;
makinghearts beneath him swoon.
Would lovegrow without hishand;
or die likeroseon parched land?
If the moon hid his face;
lonely true love would be;
without his magic grace;
all young lover's to see.
Oh, moon stay as you are;
never to fade or dim;
without your presence I fear;
love’s chances would be slim.
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