“… what i was ‘there’ for …”

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~ Blue Moon ~

Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
You knew just what i was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone i really could care for

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
i heard somebody whisper : “Please, Adore me”
And when i looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now i’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
i heard somebody whisper : “Please, Adore me”
And when i looked the moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now i’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

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Look , a family photo - it is Matthew, Mark, Luke and John - Ἀκρίδες or crickets on daisies or chamomile

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