| Rings of grass, crowns of flowers
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Furs that are woven of whispering hours
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone
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| She’s gone away where the rings are real
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| And the furs have a warmth that a woman can feel
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| And 'round and 'round, around goes the wheel
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| And she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Rings of grass, crowns of flowers
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Castles of sand with seashell towers
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone
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| She’s gone away where the dreams are small
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| But the castles are rock and they never fall
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| And left me here to live among all
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| That is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Rings of grass why do they die away?
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Whispering hours where do they fly away?
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| Gone, gone, gone, gone
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| And where’s the wisdom to understand
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| That years will crumble all castles of sand
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| And the flowers and grass turn brown in our hands
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| When it’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone |