Текст песни Child of the Moon - The Rolling Stones
                                                The 
                                                wind 
                                                blows 
                                                rain 
                                                into 
                                                my 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sun 
                                                glows 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                highway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Child 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                moon, 
                                                rub 
                                                your 
                                                rainy 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                child 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                wide-awake 
                                                crescent-shaped 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                shivers, 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                she 
                                                is 
                                                hidden
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                flickers 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                lamp 
                                                lady 
                                                vision
 
                                    
                                
                                                Child 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                moon, 
                                                rub 
                                                your 
                                                rainy 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Child 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                wide-awake 
                                                crescent-shaped 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                first 
                                                car 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                foggy 
                                                road 
                                                riding
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                last 
                                                star 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                lady 
                                                is 
                                                pining
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                child 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                moon, 
                                                bid 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                arise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                child 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                misty 
                                                day, 
                                                pearly 
                                                gray, 
                                                silver, 
                                                silky 
                                                faced,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wide-awake 
                                                crescent-shaped 
                                                smile
 
                                    
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