The moon knows a secret
but she won't ever tell.
She is pressed behind the clouds
announcing all is well.
The stars hanging over us
they know the secret, too.
They shine so much brighter
since the moment I met you.
The scented evening breeze
gently, eternally blowing
carries murmured whispers
of our love, so overflowing.
The moon she knows a secret
of how our love will grow.
She can tell whoever she likes.
I want the whole world to know.
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