| In the far-off
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| Blueness of the falling night
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| A fox, a squirrel,
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| Bouncing out of sight
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| In the far-off
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| Vastness of the pallid sky
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| Silently, the sun took a bow
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| And winked goodbye
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| So where do you go when the day is closed
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| Only the forest knows
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| So where do you go when the day is closed
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| Only the forest knows
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| Streaks of twilight
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| Painted by a broom in flight
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| A witch and her kitty cat
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| In the blink of an eye
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| Holding onto
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| The last grains of scattered light
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| Tracing breadcrumbs counting tree stumps
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| Waltzing home on time
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| So where do you go when the day is closed
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| Only the forest knows
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| So where do you go when the day is closed
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| Only the forest knows
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| Holding onto
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| The last grains of scattered light
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| Tracing breadcrumbs counting tree stumps
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| Waltzing home on time |