under the moonlight i see her sigh and i see her cry i want to know who she is why she crys and why she is here early in the night
i see her again after lastnight i wonder who is she waiting for this time i see her sing with a voice of a bell
again she is back this time i go to her with luck at my side i whisper softly to her but she is gone then i wake wit a fright to see it was not true
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