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Before the sun, a bird on the field
Before the moon, a fish in the water
There be islands in the central sea
There be ten thousand unison streams singing

We didn't visit earth only every two hundred and thirty years
We didn't ride the comet just for fun, but
the noise filled us and
made us disappear where
the tides ebb and flow

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