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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 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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And here I am holding on to you |
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And you've got the moon |
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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 |
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And here I am holding on to you |
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And you've got the moon |
