Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream Which (seen by some other such person as me) Would only glow smiling and nod and agree
Skip softly, my moonbeams, for I have heard tales That the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell That pride is the last thing which comes before a fall I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall
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