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With light bulbs in our pockets
we light the darkened forest.
On the mossy turf we'll dance till
our feet shatter, our toes will splinter.
Tripping through the misty streams of light,
so beautiful, I stare in awe.
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| Eisley - Over The Mountains |
With light bulbs in our pockets we light the darkened forest. On the mossy turf we'll dance till our feet shatter, our toes will splinter. Tripping through the misty streams of light, so beautiful, I stare in awe. |
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