Somebody walked on a virgin (land).
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Someone else saw their tracks and followed them, leaving a path.
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It seemed as though i were looking down the hill when I first saw it,
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But, as I waled on, I realized I was going up.
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Somebody whistled behind and turning round, they seemed far below.
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Then I came to where there had been a fire and was shaded
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From the sun by the trees.
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Figure of eight. It's our year, it always was.
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Credentials:
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Made of earth,
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Drinks water,
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Breathes air,
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Makes fire.
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This Is How A Road Gets Made
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| Duran Duran |
