| I live in the light of the bright silver moon
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| I’ll take you off sailing from midnight till noon
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| I’ll show the Sea of Tranquility
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| You can have any flavor you happen see
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| I live in the shade of a forest of green
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| In the wildest of woodlands that you’ve ever seen
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| There’s rabbits and quail and tender young snails
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| As brown as the seaweed on old rusty nails
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| There’s fireflies dancing in the cool evening breeze
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| There’s love and romancin' as nice as you please
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| There’s otters and frogs and spotted ground hogs
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| And wiley old weasels in rotted out logs
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| There’s rivers of rainbow and grey mountain trout
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| And little dark holes where the varmints hang out
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| There’s foxes and hares in traps and in snares
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| And lots of bald eagles so you’d better take care
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| So if you’ve got the time and you’d like to pass by Come down around midnight and give us a try
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| We’ll show you the Sea of Tranquility
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| You can have any flavor you happen to see |