| Our truth is painted across the sky
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| In our reflection we learn to fly
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| No hand to hold us
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| No one to save us from tomorrow
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| Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
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| Far beyond the dreams of everyone
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| No light to follow
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| A shot in the dark
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| Does anybody know?
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| Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
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| Far beyond the dreams of everyone
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| High from the heavens
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| I can’t see the pain
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| Does anybody care?
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| Think for a moment of all the lives
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| Stripped of their essence before their time
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| We stand to conquer
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| But is there nothing left tomorrow?
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| Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
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| Far beyond the dreams of everyone
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| No light to follow
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| A shot in the dark
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| Does anybody know?
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| Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
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| Far beyond the dreams of everyone
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| High from the heavens
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| I can’t see the pain
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| Does anybody care?
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| «We have one collective hope: the Earth; |
| and yet, uncounted people remain
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| hopeless
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| Famine and calamity abound
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| Sufferers hurl themselves into the arms of war
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| People kill and get killed in the name of someone else’s concept of God
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| Do we admit that our thoughts and behaviors spring from a belief that the world
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| revolves around us?
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| Each fabricated conflict, self-murdering bomb, vanished airplane
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| Every fictionalized dictator, biased or partisan, and wayward son
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| Are part of the curtains of society’s racial, ethnic, religious,
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| national and cultural conflicts
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| And you find the human ego turning the knobs and pulling the levers
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| When I track the orbits of asteroids, comets and planets
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| Each one a pirouetting dancer in a cosmic ballet, choreographed by the forces
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| of gravity
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| I see beyond the plight of humans
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| I see a Universe ever-expanding, with its galaxies embedded within the
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| ever-stretching four-dimensional fabric of space and time
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| However big our world is, our hearts, our minds, our outsize atlases,
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| the universe is even bigger
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| There are more stars in the Universe than grains of sand on the world’s beaches
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| More stars in the Universe than seconds of time that have passed since Earth
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| formed
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| More stars than words and sounds ever uttered by all humans who have ever lived
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| The day we cease the exploration of the cosmos is the day we threaten the
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| continuing of our species
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| In that bleak world, arms-bearing, resource-hungry people and nations would be
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| prone to act on their low-contracted prejudices, and would have seen the last
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| gasp of human enlightenment
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| Until the rise of a visionary new culture that once again embraces the cosmic
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| perspective: a perspective in which we are one, fitting neither above,
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| nor below; |
| but within" |