Crescent moon shining upon her face
Her sweet lips smiling, my heart starts to race
Holding out her palm to me giggling with pride
For she had the truest man on her side
Grabbing her hand he goes to sweet abyss
Sweet dreams young maiden may you return from your bliss
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The only thing that scares me more than space aliens is the idea that there aren't any space aliens. We can't be the best that creation has to offer. I pray we're not all there is. If so, we're in big trouble.
Ellen DeGeneres