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Sail on silver wings, through this storm |
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What fortune love may bring, |
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Back to my arms again the love of a former golden age. |
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I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take, |
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For now that wheels are turning I find my faith deserting me. |
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This night is filled with the cries of dispossessed children in search of paradise. |
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A sign of unresolved ambition drives the pin wheel on and on. |
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I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take, |
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When memory bears witness to the innocents consumed in dying rage. |
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The way lies through our love. |
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There can be no other means to the end, |
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Or the keys to my heart you will never find. |
