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Wishing Moon.
At the edge of an open field I sit,
My back against a tree.
I close my eyes and drift away
When I open my eyes, I see
The blue moon hanging over head,
In a sky so crisp and clear.
Shining in the curtain of night,
The stars, they look so near....
My back against a tree.
I close my eyes and drift away
When I open my eyes, I see
The blue moon hanging over head,
In a sky so crisp and clear.
Shining in the curtain of night,
The stars, they look so near....
