Blue moon,
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You saw me standing alone
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Without a dream in my heart
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Without a love of my own
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You heard me sing a prayer
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For someone I really care for
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Then suddenly there appeared before me
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The only one my arms could ever hold
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Then I heard somebody whisper:
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a¢æ?Please adore me!a¢æ©« and when I looked
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The moon had turned to gold
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Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone
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Without a dream in my heart
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Without a love of my own
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Blue Moon
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| Sam Cooke |
