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A slope in the dark by the sky in the night
Under the moon and the twinkling light
Above all the mines and the roots of the trees
Across from the dark and the sparkling seas
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They say we will call and hear no reply
The light it will dim and the bright moon will die
The glow light won't shine on these smooth rolling hills
This earth is a drop and the old bucket spills
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