Milky way lights the sky
Wood creaking underfoot
Seven paces in a circle
Out beyond is where we look
And when the night turns day
Come whatever may
Skies predicting weather
If it’s wet, then there’s rain
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
Milky way lights the sky
Wood creaking underfoot
Seven paces in a circle
Out beyond is where we look
And when the night turns day
Come whatever may
Skies predicting weather
If it’s wet, then there’s rain
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