Вступление
[Intro]
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[Speech]
I watched my favorite show tonight
The dance the light does on the sea's ever-shifting surface
Golden tunnel beckoning
Rosy,
I can't come with you, not now
No more shimmering path
Just an orb hanging above
With all its heavenly fire contained
In a complete circle
N.C.
I asked my son what it looked like to him
"Mars," he said
With a glint in his eye
"Mars," he said
With a glint in his eye
[Ending]
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