Marching Band

Sufjan Stevens

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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 a 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