| A tangled acre
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| Oh tall tree shaker
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| Oh mountain maker
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| Oh mountain breaker
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| Oh faultline quaker
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| A torn-off anchor
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| And the hot hard healer
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| Is a sweet street feeler
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| And a wild wet wheeler
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| The pink prince of failures
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| Is a spoiled sea sailor
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| With terns and wailers
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| Pulled up the ribbon
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| Pulled up the ribbon
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| And brought into the light
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| Through the window door
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| Like an air-blue eagle
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| Sailing through the ceiling
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| At the edge of feeling
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| On the emerald island
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| All the shipwrecked spy him
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| And the searchlights shining
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| And then pulled up the ribbon
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| Pulled up the ribbon
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| And brought into the light
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| Pulled up the ribbon
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| Pulled up the ribbon
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| And watched all in the sky
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| You pull up the ribbon
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| You pull up the ribbon
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| Across oceans of sky
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| Through the air, lifts on and on
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| Till starlit and in and out we’re drawn |