If the moon shone, any brighter,
would there still be night?
If the sun shone, any ligher,
would there still be day?
If the sky was, any harder,
would the clouds still drift away?
How I wonder, how I wish I knew...
your face.
If these hands were, any colder,
would you still hold them tight?
If this face was, any darker,
would you still point it towards light?
If these feet were, any weaker,
would you still help them on?
How I wonder, how I wish I knew...
your face.
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