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The moon is low
The moon is low,
Stars up above,
And this is the night to tell you of love.
Alone we two are careful gleams.
Tonight we'll find the trail of our dreams.
The purple hills,
The call of the west!
Your face close to mine- our lips are pressed.
The moon is low, stars up above,
And this is the night to tell you of love!
