I see the moon, the moon sees me The moon sees the one that I want to see God bless the moon and God bless me And God bless the one that I want to see. I do believe that God above Created you for me to love He picked you out of all the rest Because he knew I'd love you best. I once had a heart as good as new But now it's gone from me to you Take care of it as I have done For you have two and I have none. - - Nursery rhyme

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