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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.