  Would you stroll with me, my loved one 'Neath the pale Venusian Moon, Where its misty orb goes drifting, Waning, darling, all too soon? Would you gaze into the rainbow Where the lunar moonbeams play, Could it be you'd softly answer "Yes, for all those things I pray?" If it's so, my darling, kick me, For I'd surely be a ninny, Making love by Venus moonlight— When—you see—there isn't any! |
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