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THE ELEVEN
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No time to tell how
This is the season of what
Now is the time of returning
With our thought jewels polished and gleaming
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Now is the time past believing
The child has relinquished the reign
Now is the test of the boomerang
Tossed in the night of redeeming
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Eight-sided whispering hallelujah hatrack
Seven faced marble eye transitory dream doll
Six proud walkers on jingle-bell rainbow
Five men writing in fingers of gold
Four men tracking the great white sperm whale
Three girls wait in a foreign dominion
Ride in the whale belly
Fade away in moonlight
Sink beneath the waters
To the coral sands below
Now is the time of returning
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