| In ancient times, to a place so far away
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| Across the land, where the earth was as tough as clay
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| Looked at their hands, looked all around
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| And they seemed pleased at what they had found
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| Here in the valley, bread on the table
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| Work through the day, for as long as we are able
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| Green is the valley, blue is the night
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| Out of the shadows, into the light
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| They could’ve gone, but instead they chose to stay
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| To watch the clouds way up high, as they turned to gray
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| Then through the dark, broke a crimson sun
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| And at that moment, knew their lives had just begun
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| Here in the valley, bread on the table
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| Work through the day, for as long as we are able
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| Green is the valley, blue is the night
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| Out of the darkness, into the light
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| Here in the valley, bread on the table
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| Work through the day, for as long as we are able
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| Green is the valley, blue is the night
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| Out of the darkness, into the light |