Tell me where do they go,
These smoke rings I blow each night?
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What do they do these circles of blue and white?
And why do they seem to picture a dream of love?
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Why do they fade my phantom parade of love?
Where do they end, the smoke rings I send on high?
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Where are they hurled when they ve kissed the world good-bye?
Oh, I d give my life to laugh at this stife be - low;
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I d be a king, I d follow each ring I blow.
Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away;
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Puff, puff, puff night and day.
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Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings,
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Blow, blow them ev rywhere, give your troubles wings.
What do they tell and what is the spell they cast?
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Some of them fall and seem to recall the past.
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But most of them rise away to the skies of blue.
Oh, little smoke rings I love,
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Please take me above, take me with you.