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Moaning Moon
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
From getting rid of her top, to unbuttoning her jeans
Staring...
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
From getting rid of her top, to unbuttoning her jeans
Staring...
