Speed leaving without warning...
I need some place to sleep tonight.
Blowing in the rocking of the pine,
Speed leaving without warning.
The sunlight is going into the mountain...
I will crawl into the mountain.
Sun shines in the rusty morning...
Skyline of the Olympus Mons,
I think about it sometimes.
Sun shines in the rusty morning...
Once I had a good fly,
Into the mountain, I will fall.
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