Totality

Oregon silence…

Far, far out

My father found a hill

Where the sun doesn’t shine…

 

The stars don’t shine for fear of blinding thee

The moon casts forth her shadow upon the earth

And shining Venus, darkling Mercury…

The sky grows dim, and you are given birth

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We Would be so Happier…

We would be so happier

If May was May and June was June

That at the end of warm July

The sun still riding in the sky

If May was May, June and July

Would ride the sun

Ride on high