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There's a little light on at the end of Oak Street
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Where someone saw the moon and knew that she couldn't sleep,
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Because every night
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The moon is out,
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She cries.
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And in her restless nights of sleeping,
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She can hardly keep from weeping
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Her song.
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It's a sad, sad song;
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It's a mad, mad song
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About love
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And hope
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And pretty things that sing to her at night.