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So what, you think this is
usual?
Strange moon, strange land, strange...man
Hold your hands your tiny horses,
Hold them, hold them kindly, man
Low red moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like baby?
When you shine so different on another
You shine different on another
I look up, and I see the raising of an old hope,
Brave and tattered
A shining night with shining eyes, he shines around me brightly
So now, I say this is beautiful
I think you are, strange
Low red moon,
How can you sleep like a baby,
Sleep like a baby?
But you shine so different on another
You shine diferent on another
Strange moon, strange land, strange...
Moon, you made me cry when I was young,
And I was young
Now I 've got strong arms,
Strong arms for a skinny girl, and I say,
"He belongs to me, he belongs to me
He's a human bed of roses."
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