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Blue MoonBlue moon,You saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own You heard me sing a prayer For someone I really care for Then suddenly there appeared before me The only one my arms could ever hold Then 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 |