Pine moon, spoke too soon
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Black lake, spoke too late
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But what same words could these two know
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When one is so deep, the other to glow?
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Black lake, lay low and wide
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While pine moon arced across the sky
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Well some nights her lights came on the waves
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And some days coals turned up from the bottom
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Pine moon spoke all a-scattered
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That the stars were all linked, as if that really mattered
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The unknown deep of the black lake
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Could only reach the moon if he evaporates
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So though he lay quiet, and deep he held out
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The depths were foundations to find the rest out
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As still as a well, mysterious hymns
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She closed one eye slowly, her light became dim
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She couldn't see how to give her light to the water
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Looking up from the depths, he didn't know how to want her
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And what same things could these two know
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When one is so deep, the other to glow?
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And what same things could these two know
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When one is so deep, the other to glow?
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Pine Moon
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Feist |