| The floor of the earth is shaded always here
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| In a world that only time knows
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| Silent stood these observers of old
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| They have seen all that came
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| And all that has now went
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| They’ve seen all that came and has went
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| Night falls and under the moon
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| The floor of the earth is still shaded
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| Unsilent stand these observers of old
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| In a world that now is invaded
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| Roaring up to the sky so high
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| The wind is the voice of these knowers of old
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| Rooted in the earth still secure
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| Are the guardians of memories and stories long untold
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| Like Towers
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| Reaching to sky above
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| Like towers they reach to the sky |