| Crickets |
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| September nights when the dusk calls us outside |
| Crickets sing songs to bury the sunshine |
| And all we see is made of moonlight |
| Drifting from dream to dream |
| In the day time |
| A millions stars reflecting in our eyes |
| Trees sweetly sway and swing while a breeze travels across the sky |
| And all we see is made of moonlight |
| Drifting from dream to dream in the day time |
