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Last thing I remember I was standing on a hill Shaking out my long black hair I heard the song of an angel Rising from the trees I made my way to the source And it was gone Now here I am I don't recognize this village Where things are made of Glass and metal A man is walking toward me And he's looking pretty strange He says,
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