While passing through the clouds of diamond dust
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As two mock suns arise beside our one
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The sundogs guide the way towards the east
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And set behind the valley of calm trees
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The destination
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Unfamiliar sands
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Amongst the ice fog
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A DC-8 awaits
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Our means of travel
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To visionary worlds
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Let us imagine
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Down in the valley the calm trees are swaying in time (we can't avert our eyes)
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Down in the valley the flowers are food for the mind (no sign of passing time)
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Over the hills where the mountains are tumbling down (a place of natural wonder)
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Visions are clear as we notice the three suns align
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Upon arrival
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The dust and deserts drone
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And no resistance
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Could keep us from all time
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There is no notion
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In visionary worlds
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Let us imagine
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Down in the valley the calm trees are swaying in time (we can't avert our eyes)
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Down in the valley the flowers are food for the mind (no sign of passing time)
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Over the hills where the mountains are tumbling down (a place of natural wonder)
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Visions are clear as we notice the three suns align
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Traveling over the valley we feel the breeze
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Taking in everything that there is to be seen
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The suns in the distance are moments away from the dream
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Valley Of The Calm Trees
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| The Klaxons |
