Ask Me Once

Oh my sweet angel,
Ask me if I love you,
And if I would kiss you beneath the moonlight.
But it's raining, dear; she's weeping.
And to kiss is just a daisy
Upon a grave's damp dirt.
Ask me why I haven't left yet,
And I'll whisper,
The moon is so beautiful tonight.
She sings just for you,
And it'll be beautiful every night,
Whether you hear her sing or not.

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