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Do We Really Need A Moon

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Do we really need a moon?
A balmy night in June?
Don’tcha think it could be soon?
Oh, my dear, why wait?
All we really needs a sigh
A little kiss before goodbye
But you never even try
To make me swoon

Do we really need a dream?
A played out movie scene?
All I’m looking for’s a gleam
Of love in your eye
And I’ll be yours
And you’ll be mine
Do we really need a moon?
All we need is just a sigh

No One

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No sorry little tear
No sad little sigh
No tear stained kiss
No breath caught wave goodbye
One torn up little ticket
One seat spare on the train
One unsmoked cigarette
One stepped on in the rain

No warming last embrace
No dying ember glow
No final cup of coffee
No lipstick trace to show
One fool stood on a platform
One wet February day
One sad sorry story
One day you went away

Grey Green Eyes Of Blue

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It makes me sad
When you say you’re going away
It drives me mad
I can’t find a way to make you stay
Wouldn’t be so bad
If you were coming back some day
To stay

Why is it so
You have this power over me
Why’d you let me go
I didn’t want to be set free
Why, I’ll never know
I guess I’m always gonna be
That way

It’s been some time now
And the feeling still remains
Just the same
As the day you went away
But when friends ask me
I laugh and say
I’m doing okay

But I’m so blue
Don’t see how I’ll get over you
I guess it’s true
It’s something I will surely do
Find someone new
With grey green eyes of blue
Some day

A Little Closer To Losing You

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Little angel, please don’t cry
Let me kiss the tears from your eyes
I sometimes say the most foolish things
Never conscious of the pain it brings
Till it’s too late
I never thought I could feel this way
And the long the short of it
Is, darling, I love you
But every time I forget myself
I get a little closer to losing you

You say you forgive me
But I just can’t forgive myself
I’m losing sleep at night
I keep waking with a dream
That I’m pushing you away
I never thought I could feel this way
And the long the short of it
Is I’m so scared of the fool that I can be
And every time I forget myself
I get a little closer to losing you

The Day She Had To Go

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It’s just the buttons on her coat
Fastened close upon her throat
It’s a kiss just as the whistle blows
It’s the tip left on the plate
The station clock just striking eight
It’s just a memory of the day she had to go

It’s the case I had to fix
I’m sure that it was full of bricks
It held everything in it that she could throw
The way she dragged it on the train
In the pouring rain
It’s just a memory of the day she had to go

It was the silence of the birds
And my unspoken words
All the things I just assumed that she would know
It’s my heart’s biggest regret
It’s just the worst thing yet
It’s just a memory of the day she had to go

Meet Me In The Summer House

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“Meet me in the summer house,” she whispered, then fled into the garden, into the night air of sweet lilac, to wait for him.

She watched the other guests leave, and wondered when he would break free to run into her arms. She could still taste the claret on her lips. He had championed her right to drink with the guests. “She’s no longer a child – perhaps it’s time she had a drink with the grown-ups.”

Indeed she was no longer a child – she hadn’t really replaced her mother, but she’d been looking after the house for years now.

She crushed a rose to her soft lips, to her teeth of moonlit pearl. Her tongue sought him within it’s folds. Would his kiss be so soft, his tongue so knowing?

She smoothed the organza skirt of her dress – the one she’d chosen for his arrival – as she studied the perfect symmetry of her feet. “Look at you – all grown up and prettier every year!” he had said. The moon inched forward for a better view, criss-crossing her legs with a trellised shadow to ribbon and bind them there.

Then she heard his footsteps on the path, and every nerve took flight. Her heart started with the engine ignition, and leaped to the chase as his car pulled down the drive – though she found her legs were still bound where she sat when her father called her name.