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One dark day the trees began
A trumpet sound, trumpet sound
We sat listening patiently
The sky was near
And I felt a trembling motion
We ran out to see the future
From the ground, from the ground
From the ground, from the ground
People died and people risen everywhere
We held hands and made a circle
Quietly from the ground
Quietly from the ground
We returned and set the table by the door
A trumpet sound, trumpet sound
We sat listening patiently
The sky was near
And I felt a trembling motion
We ran out to see the future
From the ground, from the ground
From the ground, from the ground
People died and people risen everywhere
We held hands and made a circle
Quietly from the ground
Quietly from the ground
We returned and set the table by the door
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Track duration: 03:41
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(Try it to make it for holidays.
Hang onto corduroy jeans
and the late magazines that
sit side by side.
What did it mean?
White yellow curtains
and boxing uncertainty.
If it sounds silly or
markedly simple.
Or what did you say?)