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Look
Christine the moon is shining Over
the mountains capped with snow, Listen
Christine the night is rhyming Lines
of love that we both know. You
know Christine when the stars are winking I
miss the warmth of your tender touch, Yet
over the mountain miles of blinking I
feel the love I love so much. Look
Christine a star is falling Over
the mountains through a cloud, Oh
Christine the night comes calling Softly,
sweetly, our shimmering shroud. Once
Christine when you were sleeping Your
golden hair upon my chest, The
silent shroud came softly peeping And
whispered, such love is best. Look
Christine the moon is shining Over
the mountains through the pane, Kiss
it love for it is guiding The kiss I sent you through the rain. © Stephen Nesbitt |
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