Moonlight on the water, sun light on my face, you and me together, we are in our place.
The gods are in the heavens, the angels treat us well,
the oracle has spoken, We cast the perfect spell.
The queen is in the counting house counting out the money,
the king is in the kitchen, making bread and honey.
No friends and yet no enemies, absolutely free,
no rats aboard the magic ship of perfect harmony.
Now it begins, let it begin, cleanup time, cleanup time, cleanup time, cleanup time. Well…
However, far we travel, wherever we may roam, the center of the circle will always be our home.
Cleanup time, cleanup time, cleanup time, cleanup time…
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