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Up on a hill, as the day dissolves |
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With my pencil turning moments into line |
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High above in the violet sky |
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A silent silver plane |
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it draws a golden chain |
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One by one, all the stars appear |
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As the great winds of the planet spiral in |
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Spinning away, like the night sky at arles |
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In the million insect storm, the constellations form |
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On a hill, under a raven sky |
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I have no idea exactly what I've drawn |
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Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away |
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With every single line |
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moving further out in time |
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And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars) |
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Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars) |
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And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars) |
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I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars) |
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There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars) |
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I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars) |
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And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars) |
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I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars) |