| For the night, it was black and silver
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| With the moon shine right across the water
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| And there’s a glitter kaleidoscope
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| Spilling into the eyes that glide to heavens
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| There’s a mirror of magnificent feelings
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| And we must toast to the heart of it all
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| To you my friends, and to this moon
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| Back to you now, back to the moon
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| We’ll hop this boat and we will
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| Sail through this night
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| For the winds of spirit, they’re blowing us
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| The sail set high
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| For there’s no storms but our own wills
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| So clear days, they’re right
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| There’s a genius that runs inside like
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| Children never put down from their
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| Their high chairs of imagination
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| Their minds, they go unconfined
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| By the minds that control the scenery
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| By their minds that allow it all to be
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| Hop this boat and we will
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| Sail through this night
|
| For the winds of spirit, they’re blowing us
|
| Our sail set high
|
| For there’s no storms but our own wills
|
| So clear days they’re right
|
| For the night, it was black and silver
|
| For the moon shine right across the water
|
| And there’s a glitter kaleidoscope
|
| Spilling into the eyes that glide to heavens
|
| And there’s a mirror of magnificent feelings
|
| And we must toast to the heart of it all
|
| To you my friends, and to this moon
|
| Back to you now, back to the moon |