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 tell That the stairs up to heaven lead straight down to hell That pride is the last thing which comes before fall I'd as soon talk to you as make love to a wall
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