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the seekers of a stellar race |
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have disappeared without a trace |
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could they have found the distant place |
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they have longed to go |
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opposite four corners lie |
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rise to kiss to meet the sky |
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in images the secrets hide |
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how could they have known them |
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Psychotic Waltz |
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now Jupiter deceives the stars |
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to dance in masquerade with mars |
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while sabbath moon casts shadows far |
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to wake a final dawn |
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the heretics that gazed the sky |
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left us not a reason why |
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or did they try |
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painter of the stars |
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sailing the ghost ships of a poets mind |
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song silence dry bush in hand |
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the windless ships have trimmed their sails |
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to caravan beyond the the astral skies |
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why can't we just spread our wings and fly |
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oh how we try |
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the flames of sorrow blazing on |
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to light the sun of babylon |
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while bloody moon lies dying on her own sword |
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dying long |
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child of tomorrow cries |
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unsung hero lays and dies |
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await the final sacrifice |
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another prophet song |
