| Dust drew down the desert night
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| Stallions kick and moan
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| All along the ridge the stormy light
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| Assailing the fortresses of stone
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| Father Eli took his watch,
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| His keen eyes fixed right into the sky
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| Daybreak rose, his chair was rocking still
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| No message could anyone find
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| Yena had a secret dream,
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| To touch the stuccoed stars
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| From the deep of snow-enchanted woods
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| He called them from afar
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| Hunter’s by the Deadman’s Spit
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| All struck dumb, the forest crowned in flame
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| The dragon rose into the burning air
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| Then everything lay still again — and so it’s.
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| Oh, my time has come
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| I never hoped for something quite like this
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| Oh, my time has come
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| I never hoped for something quite like this
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| Shadows in the creeping mist
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| The dark beams circled close,
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| Baronesses played a hand of whist
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| Unseeing, the monolithic host
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| Meters racing, dials jammed,
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| The heat sears, the metal twists and tears
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| They’re all out on Pan Am 109
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| The giants melted into thin air… and hear me… |