Pretty as a picture
Displayed upon a shelf
All a young man wished for
Closed eyes, she’s all I dreamt
Oh – how could you taint,
My pretty – Clair-de-lune
If you only knew,
What she really meant to me
You couldn’t have forsaken
The woman that made me feel
Oh – how could you taint,
My pretty – Clair-de-lune
Curved to perfection
Smooth as tailored silk
Shining like the brightest star
On my perfect night
Oh – how could you taint,
My pretty – Clair-de-lune
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