| There’s a ring around the moon
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| There’s a ring around the moon
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| There’s a ring around the moon
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| There’s a ring around the moon
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| 'Neath the halo of the moon
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| Blew down on her sail
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| Seasons changing
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| I can smell it in the air
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| I can see it in their paintings
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| And I can hear it in the wind, hear it rise and descend
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| Through the many colored trees, forms a many colored breeze
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| Made of many colored leaves, departing ever so gracefully
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| They fall, they fall
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| They fall, they fall, they fall
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| They fall, they fall
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| Descending, sweet melody
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| And what it is that is not ending is a sweet mystery
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| Like the ring around the moon
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| Like the ring around the moon
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| There’s a ring around the moon
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| There’s a ring around the moon
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| Flying machine rises
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| Sends a light down to scan the surface
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| Searches narrow
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| Like the minds of the suspicious
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| How I wish that we would trust us
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| Like the ring around the moon
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| Like the ring around the moon
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| There’s a ring around the moon
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| There’s a ring around the moon |