| We’ve set our sails on sunrise —
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| Just like the scriptures say;
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| They have said they’re building heaven, so it could
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| Be awkward, if we stay;
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| And the watchmen in their towers
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| Somehow have failed to see, how
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| We dance away,
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| We sail away
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| From their promises of Eden.
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| We hail Ye, Pretty Maidens;
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| And Ye, Weary Travellers — Hail!
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| Rest in peace, for there’s no science that can unfold
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| The mysteries of our sails.
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| And while their wise men ponder
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| New ways to set us free —
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| We dance away,
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| We smile away
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| From their promises of Eden.
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| Some say this ship is crazy;
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| Some say this ship is iost.
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| But the Lady Fair, who’s keeping us afloat,
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| Is still fairer than the most.
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| And while the full moon wanders
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| Above this ageless sea —
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| We dance away,
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| We smile away
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| From their promises of Eden. |