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Up on a hill, as the day dissolves
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With my pencil turning moments into line
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High above in the violet sky
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A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain

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One by one, all the stars appear
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As the great winds of the planet spiral in
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Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
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In the million insect storm , the constellations form


On a hill, under a raven sky
I have no idea exactly what I've drawn
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
With every single line moving further out in time


And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars)
Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars)
And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars)
I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars)
There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars)
I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars)
And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars)
I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)