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La Lune

from The Moon And Me by Chris Webb

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A Monday morn, I was dying to meet you
With your sweaty hair, a smile from corners of your mouth
Always implicitly civil
Like an evening bird dying to sing

So wake me up, tell my dream
Like it's an epic novel and then
Pour the tea like it's a devil's brew
We drink together and see
Where we go, the evening bird
Would surely lend us wings for to fly
Taste the sky, eat hot toast, lose our shoes

I suppose it's true, everyone says it
You meet them fast then find them much later
Like two lost lights joining in darkness
You're my pillow moon, a salient artist

So wake me up, tell my dream
Like it's an epic novel and then
Pour the tea like it's a devil's brew
We drink together and see
Where we go, the evening bird
Would surely lend us wings for to fly
Taste the sky, eat hot toast, lose our shoes

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from The Moon And Me, released September 30, 2015

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