Moonlight

Hey
If your summer coat is turning grey
Know
My subtle touch is ne’er mislaid

(and) Think no more about it

Though
You haven’t now the strength you had
Still
You needn’t let your heart grow sad

Think no more about it

When
The moments weigh on you like sand
And
There’s nothing seems to go as planned
And
You cannot notice all the moonlight
Moonlight
Son
You’re growing closer to the end

But think no more about it

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