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From ship to shining shore |
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Out of an age when time was young |
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Across the silver ocean's floor |
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Their endless battle has begun |
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And they burn upon the open hand |
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Blinding all who see |
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They feast upon the desert land |
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Marching on |
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They burn upon the open hand |
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Blinding all who see |
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They feast upon the desert land |
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Marching, marching, marching mystery |
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She holds her weary head |
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Her heavy horsemen stand alone |
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It's for the living and the dead |
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To search their fortune far from home |
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And they burn upon the open hand |
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Blinding all who see |
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They feast upon the desert land |
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Marching on |
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They burn upon the open hand |
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Blinding all who see |
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They feast upon the desert land |
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Marching, marching, marching mystery |
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There is majesty, there is tragedy |
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All in its place |
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Rank and file ever turning |
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And moving the space |
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On paths of black and gold |
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They come with tales too dark to speak |
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But the fascination holds |
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Compels us on to search and speak |
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And they burn upon the open hand |
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Blinding all who see |
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They feast upon the desert land |
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Marching on |
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They burn upon the open hand |
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Blinding all who see |
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They feast upon the desert land |
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Marching, marching, marching mystery |
