Your burning skies are never ending across your red [bad word] plains
Out where the dingo still is king and eternity remains
There between the old and ancient there's an oasis bright
Your gentle children who have gone are close to me tonight

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In your singing land
In your singing land
Shine on, oh shine on over me

There's a feeling still and eerie there's a feeling strong
The path humanity [bad word] and the path that he has gone
Me I am, I am just passing three score years and ten
And I'm just a stranger who may [bad word] this way again
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Under the spell of caterpillar dreaming a new light shapes its form 
Along the river's naked banks that are straining from the storm
On sacred rock in thunder ocean the tree of man grows clear
The woodlarks sing, the woodlarks dance and the dawn is slipping near
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