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

One by one, all the stars appear
As the great winds of the planet spiral in
Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles
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, in the stars
Her form in my pale blue lines
In the stars, in the stars
And there as the world rolls 'round
In the stars, in the stars
I draw, but the lines move 'round
In the stars, in the stars
There as the great wheels blaze
In the stars, in the stars
I draw but my drawing fades
In the stars, in the stars
And now as the old sun dies
In the stars, in the stars
I draw and the four winds sigh
In the stars, in the stars

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