Where whose trees finally sigh
And all the rain has covered
Where I was pierced slowly by
The happy humming all the more
When you look out on the Midwest plain
Do you realize the moon is still the same?
That rose above Israeli Caves
The day the words you praised were written
When you look out on the Midwest plain
Do you realize the moon is still the same?
That rose above Israeli caves
The day the words you praised were written
And the moon stood stock still
Under the Joshua tree
And we all stood stock still
Just waiting to see
And the moon stood stock still
Under the Joshua tree
And we all stood stock still
Just waiting to see
Oh, we were just waiting to see it
Where whose trees finally sigh
And teh moon sets down highly covered
An iceberg skin disguise
All brooding brooks lie
When you look out on the Midwest plain
Do you realize the moon is still the same?
That rose above Israeli Caves
The day the words you praised were written
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