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She'll go out on the yard,
holding her small daughter in her arms.
Above the line of the tress,
Above the end of the street,
she will see it rising,
she will see it rising,
gold ball, large as a giant,
planet starting to lift up over ours.
She will go out in the yard holding her daughter,
looking at it rise,
and grow and blossom and rise.

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