The elements that gather here
Upon this hill shall cast no fear
Of lines that march across the world
travel which no man has ever heard
The moon that shines its beam so bright
Of stones that measure the silvery light
energy that travels here
It happens on the seventh year
Trying is flying is dying is trying
A day shall come, we shall be as one
Perhaps the dying has begun
From the realms beyond the sun
Here our lifetime has begun
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