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  • Have you ever watched a moonbeam as it slid across your windowpane
    Or struggled with a bit of rain or danced about the weathervane
    Or sat along a moving train and wondered where the train has been?
    Or on a fence with bits of crap around its bottom
    Blown there by a wind beam who searches for the moonbeam
    Who was last seen
    Looking at the tracks of the careless wind beam
    Or moving to the tracks of the tireless freight train
    And lighting up the sides of the weathervane
    And the bits of rain and the windowpane
    And the eyes of those who think they saw what happened
    Have you ever watched a moonbeam as it slid across your windowpane
    Or struggled with a bit of rain or danced about the weathervane
    Or sat along a moving train and wonder where the train has been?
    Looking at the tracks of the careless wind beam
    Or moving to the tracks of the tireless freight train
    And lighting up the sides of the weathervane
    And the bits of rain and the windowpane
    And the eyes of those who think they saw what happened
  • Have you ever watched a moonbeam as it slid across your windowpane
    Or struggled with a bit of rain or danced about the weathervane
    Or sat along a moving train and wondered where the train has been?
    Or on a fence with bits of crap around its bottom
    Blown there by a wind beam who searches for the moonbeam
    Who was last seen
    Looking at the tracks of the careless wind beam
    Or moving to the tracks of the tireless freight train
    And lighting up the sides of the weathervane
    And the bits of rain and the windowpane
    And the eyes of those who think they saw what happened
    Have you ever watched a moonbeam as it slid across your windowpane
    Or struggled with a bit of rain or danced about the weathervane
    Or sat along a moving train and wonder where the train has been?
    Looking at the tracks of the careless wind beam
    Or moving to the tracks of the tireless freight train
    And lighting up the sides of the weathervane
    And the bits of rain and the windowpane
    And the eyes of those who think they saw what happened