Under a paper moon

I met you on a Sunday afternoon
The white flakes were falling
Such shimmering and glowing
We strolled around under a paper moon
Your hand in mine
God speeding shine
Delightful
Light room

You left me and did swear to come back
When rivers melt their covers
To be forever lovers
And never ever paint together black
You made it real
No lies no deal
Lyrical
Miracle


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