(S. Silverstein)
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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
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(c) 1984 Tro Essex Music Ltd.
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Rings Of Grass
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| Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show |
