Make Me Cry


Tell the stars how much you're sorry,
Darling speak it to the sky,
Let the moon know how you scar me,
How you love to make me cry.

Whisper every form of glory,
For your soul was born to lie,
Tell the stars how much you're sorry,
Darling speak it to the sky.

Tell the moon how much you love me,
Whisper low, the moon is shy,
Tell the stars how much you love me,
Darling speak it to the sky.

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