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One dark day the trees began a trumpet sound, trumpet sound We sat listening patiently, the sky was near and i felt the trembling motion we ran out to see the future, from the ground from the ground from the ground from the ground people died and people risen everywhere We held hands and made a circle quietly from the ground quietly from the ground We returned and set the table, by the door (Thanks to Stephanie for these lyrics) From Letras Mania