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And it would be perfect...
So I sat at my desk tonight.
I had all good intentions to read,
Yet as I peered out my window the moon stole my attention.
They say that the moon has a special force over women,
And I think it's true.
I stared at that crescent moon for hours, not wanting to budge.
All I wanted was to share it.
Take a piece of it for myself.
I could keep it in my pocket.
And each time I touch it,
I'll close my eyes and dream of summer.
There we are sitting out on the trunk of my old car, feet on the bumper,
Staring at the moon.
My head in your arms.
No words.
Just the moon, the two of us, and a warm July night.
And it would be perfect.
