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And I love her so I wouldn't trade her for gold Walking on moonbeams I was born with a silver spoon Hell I'm gonna be me Gonna be free Walking on moonbeams And staring out to sea And if a door be closed Then a row of homes start building And tear your curtains down For sunlight is like gold Hell you better be you Do what you can do Walking on moonbeams And staring out to sea 'Cause if your skin was soil How long do you think before they'd start digging And if your life was gold How long do you think you'd stay living And I love her so I wouldn't trade her for gold From Letras Mania