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Your burning skies are never ending across your red brush plains |
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Out where the dingo still is king and eternity remains |
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There between the old and ancient there's an oasis bright |
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Your gentle children who have gone are close to me tonight |
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In your singing land |
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In your singing land |
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Shine on, oh shine on over me |
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There's a feeling still and eerie, there's a feeling strong |
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The path humanity has come and the path that he has gone |
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Me I am, I am just passing three score years and ten |
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And I'm just a stranger who may never come this way again |
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In your singing land |
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In your singing land |
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Shine on, oh shine on over me |
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Under the spell of caterpillar dreaming a new light shapes its form |
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Along the river's naked banks that are straining from the storm |
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On sacred rock in thunder ocean the tree of man grows clear |
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The woodlarks sing, the woodlarks dance and the dawn is slipping near |
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In your singing land |
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In your singing land |
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Shine on, oh shine on over me |
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In your singing land |
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In your singing land |
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Shine on, oh shine on over me |
