Oh blue days of spring, and I'm thinking about you baby
The moon and the ring, it was hung up for you baby
I could fight in the ring, I could walk on a string, even grow a moustache for you
the night black as tar, and the band was playing shady
and now the angels stand all lined up, bringing everything you want
and your left like gypsy monroe, I can hear it in my dream so clear as stone (??)
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