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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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The Last Melody

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.