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At first melody under the sunlit sky and the rolling hills
Stand tall, we sat with our picnic blanket, so high. 
Watching the world pass, the clouds seem to miss. 
The tips which seem to touch the sky
now we stand at the end of time looking back, are we eternal?
We watched the shooting star at night pass by the moon.
The wind in its dared prowl seeps past the drenched oozed 
Trees as dancers dance the fields and howl at the moon
campfires dance alongside them, At first melody
now we stand on the tallest tree is this the last?
We watched as the sunset and the moon blistered. 
we sat on top of Big Ben, the optic chiasm flickers to
the first melody we hold each other as the stars fall
and to see the moon-drenched Luna chasm up close
now we swim in the deepest ocean is this now a puddle? 
As the sun hit the sky and pushed the clouds aside, we perch
and look over the River Usk rolling green hills now grey no sounds
of the river flowing we sit and wait until the last fish goes, we sit and cry.
as we watched.
now I hold the last ape’s hand is she the last?
this is the last melody humming until the sun-drenched night
and the moon-lit day, B-miner corrects the embrace 
As the sun hit the sky and pushed the clouds aside
dancers on the moor enveloped the crying bow 
Now the last song has passed, and the fiddler rests his bow
and the last tree has fallen to the last Ape who weeps as the last ocean seeps
and the last Woman stands no song has passed and we are broken.

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