| We ate May down to the rind
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| Asked the moon for another helping
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| It’s getting on past suppertime
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| Lights are low and it was evening
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| Pull your dress up to your knees
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| Out in the fields, we’ll go walking
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| Just the tall grass and the trees
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| Silhouettes and crickets singing
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| And here I am
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| Holding on to you
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| And you’ve got the moon
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| See the leaves fall as they turn
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| Green into a golden evening
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| Slowly so there is no change
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| It does not feel like the end of something
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| Stars and satellites and clouds
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| Everything tonight is floating
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| And I am, too, so I hold your hand
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| And up above the moon is rowing |