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Sweet wind let me go. So high above. Drift down slow. So far, so good. |
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Riding on a solar wind, no one will remember me. High upon a starry sea. |
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Slip away to Antares... |
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Hey, how are you? Miss you too. I've always been a bore. I've always wanted |
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more of, the best of, most of... |
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Riding on a solar wind, no one will remember me. High upon a starry sea. |
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Drift away to Antares... |
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Where do all the people go in their homes far below? The windows of our |
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weary world. Hurry up before it's gone! You take too long... |
