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With all the legends that the century sings |
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And it's vision bring to life |
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While foreign waters breathe against the shore |
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And the wind plays ore it's rusted fife |
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I see the ships of a friendly fleet |
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And a song so sweetly sounding |
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And gentle souls who think not to defeat |
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As across the waves they are bounding |
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And then the thoughts of all the days this time |
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They have been confined without reason |
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And in the matters of their health and wealth |
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They cannot be defined but as treason |
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But go where and find the better life |
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As in the name of love you have freed them |
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Nd those you need not you have left behind |
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And those you keep in mind you know to heed them |
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Across the bridge, across the river |
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Where we've never been before |
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Within and out of worlds around us |
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And in the light of finding more |
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We always easy understood that |
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It was no good not to explore |
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But never really understood that |
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It was no good just to ignore |
