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 |              An evening walk                                                         |
 |              At the horizon                                                          |
 |              Walk                                                                    |
 |              With convicts set                                                       |
 |              Sad and free                                                            |
 |              Along rough hewn paths                                                  |
 |              Many lives have trod                                                    |
 |              Though long ago and not for long                                        |
 |              Where the rocks are lost                                                |
 |              Soft suffering under moss                                               |
 |              A scream at the horizon                                                 |
 |              In a vapour dusk                                                        |
 |              Pink skies pink skies                                                   |
 |              In a vapour dusk                                                        |
 |              Pink skies; pink skies                                                  |
 |              Pink skies                                                              |
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 |              We all wonder alone                                                     |
 |              In a crowd                                                              |
 |              And want for nothing                                                    |
 |              For we know                                                             |
 |              That nothings no good now                                               |
 |              And the details of the scene                                            |
 |              Are scattered on the ground                                             |
 |              The west is the blue over Bacchus' head                                 |
 |              And to the east                                                         |
 |              Pink skies; pink skies                                                  |
 |              Pink skies                                                              |
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