| Try exploring tundra’s quiet groaning
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| Wilted rivers in rain-swept moss
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| Hear the roaring, here comes thunder falling
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| To harvest bird nests, we’ll let it pass
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| In the midst of a distant island
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| Clumped together we’re far from warm
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| A moon-like world far beyond the skyline
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| A lonely shelter from passing storm
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| Paper cones and tiny glowing planets
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| Comet marbles inside a jar
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| Pebble stones, little chunks of granite
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| Clumped together into a star
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| Wait and see where the sun’ll be hiding
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| Slowly melting and oozing gold
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| At the moment of two stars colliding
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| Bursting stardust and turning cold
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| Glow seen through the looking glass, we watch the comets shining
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| Flow among these clouds of stardust, the paper starlings gliding
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| Glow seen through the looking glass, we watch the comets shining
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| Flow among these clouds of stardust, the paper starlings gliding
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| Glow seen through the looking glass, we watch the comets shining
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| Flow among these clouds of stardust, the paper starlings gliding
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| Glow seen through the looking glass, we watch the comets shining
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| Flow among these clouds of stardust, the paper starlings gliding |