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The Moon comes every night to peep
Through the window where I lie:
But I pretend to be asleep;
And watch the Moon go slowly by,
— And she never makes a sound!
She stands and stares! And then she goes
To the house that's next to me,
Stealing by on tippy-toes;
To peep at folk asleep maybe
— And she never makes a sound!
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There is a group in our town
once a month they get together
They play and sing the old songs
and share some tea together
Just recently I joined them
And it fills my heart with pleasure
To listen to the old songs -
memories that I treasure.
Years ago when I was young
To our home they all came
Singers, dancers and storytellers and
musicians of some fame.
We all had our party piece
Learned off to a T
And when my turn came I sang my best
Enjoying applause for me
Years have passed, many friends are gone
Still I love to play or sing -
So I love these singing sessions
sweet memories of joy they bring!
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