Sherman Lewis Marqusee
It's like reaching for the moon
It's like reaching for the sun
It's like reaching for the stars
Reaching for you
You're so far above me
How can I expect than an angel to
It's so refined as you are
It's like flying without wings
Playing fiddle without strings
And a million other things
No one can do
No, my hopes are slender
In my secret heart I pray you'll surrender soon
No, it's like reaching for the moon
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