Through the stars, the Turtle comes.
Drifting past, a thousand suns.
Under the weight, of Discworld.
Large as worlds, and old as Time.
Through the long Galactic night.
Under the weight of Discworld.
Staring out, through ancient eyes.
Out of nowhere, into nowhere.
Through a billion stars, he flies.
Under the weight, of Discworld.
On and on, the Turtle flies.
The Colour of Magic, fills the skies.
As morning breaks, on Discworld.
One by one, they wake and rise.
Shake the magic, from their eyes.
Blaming, the Gods for Discworld.
Staring out, through ancient eyes.
Out of nowhere, into nowhere.
Through a billion stars, he flies.
Under the weight, of Discworld.
Staring out, through ancient eyes.
Out of nowhere, into nowhere.
Through a billion stars, he flies.
Under the weight, of Discworld.
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