The moon retreats behind a silver cloud
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as darkness throws its cloak towards the earth
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and mystery replaces what thought we knew
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To turn the stone, to turn the stone
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The one dimension only shows one side
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but do we see the same through different eyes
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as you and I peer into life's kaleidoscope
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To turn the stone, to turn the stone
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Eternal sands of time shift endlessly
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behind a veil of motionless disguise
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an eyelid flash is all it really seems to need
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To turn the stone, to turn the stone
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to turn the stone, to turn the stone
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TO TURN THE STONE
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| Donna Summer |
