You set the brass rings turning slow A green mark crosses the glass below Your careful hands read where they fall As if the gears could answer all One bright measure, one more turn Every hidden orbit starts to burn Keep your eye on the silver line Let the circles meet in time Turn it, turn it, let the whole room move Every little orbit finds its groove You read the night like a map in your hands Then pull the far-off world where you stand One bright measure, one more turn Every hidden orbit starts to burn Turn it, turn it, let the whole room move Every little orbit finds its groove You read the night like a map in your hands Then pull the far-off world where you stand Hold that small green spark in place Trace its path across your face For a moment, all is still Then the rings obey your will Turn it, turn it, let the whole room move Every little orbit finds its groove You read the night like a map in your hands Then pull the far-off world where you stand
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