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heavens


He was sun for months and months,
She was stars for years.
I hardly know the moon at all
Decided que je suis la terre.
And I keep looking up and searching round
And round and round
And round and round
The heaven and all skies above
And he is sad and she is sweet
But you have daylight in your voice
And roses out your ears.
I've read too far to know the end
But I think I've found a first
An earth comme moi
How grand, how swell
To lie under the clouds
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