With light bulbs in our pockets
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we light the darkened forest.
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On the mossy turf we'll dance till
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our feet shatter, our toes will splinter.
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Tripping through the misty streams of light,
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so beautiful, I stare in awe.
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Over The Mountains
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| Eisley |
