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Up on a hill, as the day dissolves 
With my pencil turning moments into line 
High above in the violet sky 
A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain 
 
 
One by one, all the stars appear 
As the great winds of the planet spiral in 
Spinning away, like the night sky at arles 
In the million insect storm, the constellations form 
 
 
On a hill, under a raven sky 
I have no idea exactly what I've drawn 
Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away 
With every single line moving further out in time 
 
 
And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars) 
Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars) 
And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars) 
I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars) 
There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars) 
I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars) 
And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars) 
I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)