| I have watched it rise up like a flame
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| Watched for where it came like curtains, hide the cave
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| Hung up in the tree, save for the moment, it was slit from inside and born again
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| Detriment gives chase, and cliff makes haste
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| On a view quit flapping
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| Afterwards, we hear the birds quit flapping
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| Duplicates through face were shown
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| Out in the shallows, we hear a wailing moan
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| The peak is ours today, we know the sand is ours alone
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| Cave reef sings for many things
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| Cave reef sings for many things
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| In the caption, there beneath the pencil drawing
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| Scratched into things, the bat wings sweeping
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| And the groomed gray flocks, and out to find your south
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| Comes back to life, comes back to shell
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| In the corridor made up of tiny lights
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| Our island waits, filled in with light
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| In your belly holds a place where water waits
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| Our forest trunks and shady leaves |