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On the lake, the deDep forbidden lake, the old boats go gliding by, A
and the leaves Gare falling from the trees and landing on the logs and I D
see the turtles heading for the bog and falling ofD7f the log. G Gm
They make the water splash,D and feeling no backlash, A
they climb the happy bankDs.
On the boats, Dthe old and creaky boats, the shoreline goes gliding by. A
And the wind, tGhere was a dying breeze, is making the banners fly. D
See the colors, floating in the sky, the pride of the captain'sD7 eye, G Gm
as he glidesD his slender craft inside and opens uAp the door. D
On the coast, Dthe long and tempting coast, the cards on the table lie, A
and a speech, sGo eloquent in reach, was made by a passerby, D
passing by the way between here and lefD7t behind. G Gm
And it ripplDes through the crowds who run and cast their doubAts
in the deep fDorbidden lake. D D7 G Gm
Yes, it echoDes through the crowds who run and cast their doubtsA
in the deep fDorbidden lake.
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