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| | | Artist | | | Song | Deep Forbidden Lake |
| On the lake
the deep forbidden lake
The old boats go gliding by
And the leaves
are falling from the trees
And landing on the logs and I
See the turtles
heading for the bog
And falling off the log.
They make the water splash
And feeling no backlash
They climb the happy banks.
On the boats
the old and creaky boats
The shoreline goes gliding by
And the wind
there was a dying breeze
Is making the banners fly.
See the colors
floating in the sky
The pride of the captain's eye
As he glides
His slender craft inside
And opens up the door.
On the coast
the long and tempting coast
The cards on the table lie
And a speech
so eloquent in reach
Was made by a passerby
Passing by the way between
Here and left behind.
And it ripples through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake.
Yesit echoes through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden lake.
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