They say sometimes you're further than the moon
sometimes closer than my skin.
You were closer than my skin
the evenings spent alone with you in bliss.
The mornings you awoke me with a gentle kiss,
the evenings I sat alone and reminisced.
Look up, look up, look up into the sky, love.
You see that moon shining so high above us?
I like to think it does, just because He loves us.
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