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MOONRISE

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I may not be your knight in shining armor,
Glistening 'neath the full blown morning,
amidst the garden of your dreams,
I cannot stop the falls from pouring,
yet I can shed you when it's raining,


I may not have the sword, the strength to protect you from everything,
Yet I'd fortify my soul and coat my heart with steel,
and you'll never weep again my dear. . .

you'll feel the moonbeams every night,
I'll sweep away all the silver clouds,
I'll be brighter than your brightest sunlight. . .

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