You die moaning
You I Mona
Howard and main
Terrace and and a little park
Green moon rests it's silver back
On a little supple lake
Lily's and purple skies
Holding to remind
Holding to breach the dark
Kill off time spent away
The distance doesn't dissipate
We were always very late
Paris was only scenery
For our love
The place I want to be
Your heart is close to me
Is it still closed to me
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