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freedom fires burning |
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mighty kingdoms shall rise |
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crystal ships have returned |
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like pawns on a distant shore |
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there's a cold empty place inside |
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where you know there's no end |
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mighty storm mighty storm |
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stirs from the skies above |
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like a cold chill rushed upon my face |
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searching - for what awaits us |
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set a course for a new shore |
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for what tomorrow will bring |
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plunging the northern seas |
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winds fill the sails |
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as we approach another world |
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that time has forgotten me |
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the sun blinds and circles me |
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no man is an island |
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no footsteps have walked these shores |
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discoveries on virgin soil |
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let the Expedition begin |
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searching - for what awaits us |
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set a course for a new shore |
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for what tomorrow will bring |
