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Standing watching a pale blue moon, Rising slowly in the winter sky, Waiting, hoping she`ll be home soon, And i won`t ask her where or why. As the evening shadows fall, Madelaine, madelaine I can hear the night wind call, Call her name, madelaine. Turning slowly i hear her call, Echo softly through the silver pines, Walking home the first snowflake falls, Still, she`s always on my mind. As the evening shadows fall, Madelaine, madelaine I can hear the night wind call, Call her name, madelaine. |