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And the Dm7song that I sing is ofG7 moonlight.
I Cstand and I wait
For the Cmaj7touch of your C7hand in theA7 June night.
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Fmaj7Let us stray 'tilDm7(b5) break of day
In lBm7ove's E7valley of Gm6dreamsA7.
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A Em7(b5)heavenly bA7reeze, kDm7issin'the tG7(b9)rees.