(A. Johnson, S. Coslow)
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[Recorded November 29, 1965, Hollywood]
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Once I tried to capture the rapture of the night,
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Silly dreams I knew would disappear,
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But it seems they left a souvenir,
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One refrain eternally will haunt me, taunt me.
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It came from nowhere the night that we met,
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T'was like a melodious plea, wee moon song that wasn't meant for me.
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Why is it always reminding me of a love dream that never could be.
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Wee moon song that wasn't meant for me.
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It came gliding into my heart, riding on a moonbeam from above.
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Sorrow and this and the whole world blended in a rhapsody of love.
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There I heard her singing to somebody else,
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What I thought was my melody,
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Wee moon song that wasn't meant for me.
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Moon Song
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| Frank Sinatra |
