Sitting alone in the moonlight,
Thinking of the days gone by,
Wondering about my darling,
I can still hear her saying goodbye.
Oh the moon grows pale as I sit here,
Each little star seems to whisper and say,
Your sweetheart has found another,
And now she's far, far away.
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