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No more time to tell how, this is the season of what
Eight-sided whispering hallelujah hatrack
Is the time of returning, our thought polished and gleaming
Five men writing with fingers of gold
Is the time past believing, the child has relinquished the reign
Four girls waiting in a foreign dominion
Now is the test of the boomerang
Tossed in the night of redeeming (whalebelly, fade away in moonlight)
(Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below)
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Writer(s): Robert Hunter, Philip Lesh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
