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A traveler from an ancient land |
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Spoke of cities in the sand |
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That rose so high, and then faded away... |
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How change is like a raging wind |
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That lives and dies and lives again |
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And tests the very heart of all we dream |
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So, what will we create |
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And what will we destroy |
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In this dream of life |
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On this fragile voyage |
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When we're walking in the dream of life? |
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Uncertain is the open road |
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And where it ends I cannot know |
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Until I see the sunrise one last time |
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If who we are is all we keep |
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When we awaken from this sleep |
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May we be proud of what we left behind |
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So, what will we create |
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And what will we destroy |
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In this dream of life |
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On this fragile voyage |
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When we're walking in the dream of life? |
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We're walking in the dream of life |
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We're walking in the dream of life |
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(Inspired by the poem "Ozymandias" by Percy Shelley) |
