I think I see the moon and Antarctica
It's cold outside, I think I want to stick to you
I hear you beckon me with your harmonica
You could help thwart my feelings of blue
I watch as the angels fall around you
My heart will mend, its true
Grateful for your introspective view
Hold on tight, and wait for my debut
I think I want to go back to sleep
Emotions sometimes accrue and multiply
I'm not going to lye, some days I weep, and others I reap
So sing me a lullaby
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