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Created on: December 02, 2008
I love you to the moon and back
I say to them as we hang up.
I call to hear them say cute things,
to me to keep me informed,
and to help ease me from worry.
I love you to the moon and back
they ask me where I came up with that!
I told them that no matter where we are
just look up and know I am thinking of you
at any hour, my heart is where you are.
The same moon you see is the one I see too,
so when you feel lonesome, or happy or even blue,
look up and know I am thinking of you
because as I look out my window at night
I see the fullness of the pale moon light.
I think of you, when you when you were so small,
and now you are all taller than me, and well,
where did the time go I ask myself, the man in
the moon knows that is him with a smile.
I can go anywhere and think of your hugs,
when I look up as I walk in twilight hours
I think of you and your sweet little hugs.
Asking the man in the moon to watch over you
and I say a little prayer that all is well with you.
The miles between us just makes my heart grow stronger
and I will always love you all no matter where or what hour!
But there is only one phrase that can compare to mine,
and that is when little Richie tells me he loves
me to God and back,... and that can't be beat,
so we will leave it at that.....with love, to the moon and back.
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