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Oh, closing time
You are on my mind
When the road is back in sight

When the bottle's done
And the blinds are drawn
And our eyes are set on our hungered hearts

I will close in the moonlight

When the gaping wound
Closes to mend
And the planes touch down
I wonder when
When the haze of mourning is but a memory
And the fields before us, they are evergreen
We are childless and wandering
But the nightingale comes back to sing

I hope to see you again

When the bottles done
And the curtain's drawn
And our eyes are set on our hungered hearts
I will close in the moonlight

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