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Sol has sunken behind the mountains |
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And the velvet curtain came falling |
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Daily world is put on hold and |
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The less of it we perceive |
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The brighter is the sight to beyond |
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Answer the firmament again |
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The wind plays the reeds |
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A signal for stellar voyagers |
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And like mist they will come |
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Waiting for a sign, back to see old friends |
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Appointed we are in carnation |
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Anointed into stellar civilians |
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Do you remember? |
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As a child you sometimes awoke in tears |
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With a sense of falling |
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And a familiarity to the stars |
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Thoughts pervade in looking for words |
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And stories start being told. [Solos: Mat] |