His eyes couldn't laugh, I made them laugh
His arms a world of thrills.
The moon looked down and smiled on a summer love to see it blossoming somewhere in the hills.
The breeze was cool, his kiss was fire
The night birds sang their trills.
And when the moon was gone, hidden by the clouds
I put the fire out somewhere in the hills.
But I love just for the moment, I've no time for regret, I make dreams for tomorrow, dreams I know I'll forget.
New day, new dawn, and I have gone,
In search of other thrills.
The moon looks down and sighs, for those laughing eyes are crying silently somewhere in the hills.

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