dean martin’den duyulasi guzel bir klasik.
blue moon, you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own
blue moon, you know just what i was there for
you heard me saying a prayer for
someone i really do care for
and then suddenly appeared before me
the only one my arms could ever hold
i heard somebody whisper please adore me
but when i looked that moon had turned to gold
blue moon, now i’m no longer alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own
without a love of my own
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