She looks at the moon
She looks at the moon
She starts to sing a tune
a dream she had this afternoon
In the desert she would roam
Looking for a place called Home
Were that is she doesn't know
When you find it tell her she will go
But for now she walks alone
She looks at the moon
She will be there soon
A place were she will laugh and grow
A place her dreams already know
A place in the green meadow
For now she won't cry
To the desert she says bye
She looks at the moon
She will be there soon
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