I hear that the emperor of china used to wear iron shoes with ease
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We are the tablecloth and also the table also the fable of the dancing leaves
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The new moon is rising the axe of the thunder is broken
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as never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began
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The new moon is shining the angels are washing their windows
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Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below
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Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
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Are there any stars at all
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Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong
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In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest
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Safe in the care of the dear moon
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The new moon is rising the eyelid of god is approaching
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The humane train the skating raining travelling voice of certainty
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The new moon is shining the harmonious hand is now holding lord krishna's ring
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the eagle's wing the voice of mother everything
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Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
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Are there any stars at all
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Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong
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In the floating palaces of the spinning castle
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May the fire king's daughter bring water to you
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Waltz Of The New Moon
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The Incredible String Band |