(Brock)
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The elements that gather here
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Upon this hill shall cast no fear
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Of lines that match across the world
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For travel which no man has ever heard
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The moon that shines its beam so bright
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Of stones that measure the silvery light
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Of energy that travels here
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It happens on the seventh year
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From the realms beyond the sun
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Here our lifetime has begun
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Perhaps to die
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A day shall come, we shall be as one
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Lord Of Light
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| Hawkwind |
