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(S. Silverstein)Rings of grass, crowns of flowersGone, gone, gone, goneFurs that are woven of whispering hoursGone, gone, gone, goneShe's gone away where the rings are realAnd the furs have a warmth that a woman can feelAnd 'round and 'round, around goes the wheelAnd she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, goneRings of grass, crowns of flowersGone, gone, gone, goneCastles of sand with seashell towersGone, gone, gone, goneShe's gone away where the dreams are smallBut the castles are rock and they never fallAnd left me here to live among allThat is gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, goneRings of grass why do they die away?Gone, gone, gone, goneWhispering hours where do they fly away?Gone, gone, gone, goneLetras de cancionesAnd where's the wisdom to understandThat years will crumble all castles of sandAnd the flowers and grass turn brown in our handsWhen it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone(c) 1984 Tro Essex Music Ltd. From Letras Mania