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Many a hand have scaled the grand old face of the plateau
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Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
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Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
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To beautify the foothills, shake the many hands
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Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds
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See a lot up there but don't be scared. Who needs action when you got words
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Finished with the mop then you can stop and look at what you've done
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Plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen and the work, it was fun
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Nothing on top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds
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See a lot up there but don't be scared. Who needs action when you got words
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Many a hand began to scan around for the next plateau
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Some say it was Greenland some say Mexico
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Others decided it was nowhere, except for where they stood
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Those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could