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Heard my brother tell a story, about a world gone mad. People building their own cages, rage at thoughts of liberation. About one girl and about one boy. So lost in each others joy. That he could only say right on and she could only shine on (shine on). Meanwhile all around people tear eachother down but, the two were unable to not appreciate the comming of another day. Cuz with each rebirth a renewed gift of sun and earth. So right on my mother earth shine on my sun (my sun, my sun, my sun). And while the world tears its self apart with its certenty, the two just sit back in the wounder and joy of the last artifact of beauty we have left to destory and we give thanks we give thanks and we give thanks and we give THANKS!