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Sail on silver wings |
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through this storm |
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What fortune love may bring |
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Back to my arms again |
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The love of a former golden age. |
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I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. |
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For, now that wheels are turning, |
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I find my faith deserting me... |
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This night is filled with cries of |
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Dispossesed children in search of Paradise. |
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A sign of unresolve that, |
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Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on. |
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I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. |
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When memory bears witness to |
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The innocence, consumed in dying rage! |
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The way lies through our love; |
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There can be no other means to the end, |
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Or keys to my heart... |
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You will never find. |
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You will never find! |