| Sail on silver wings, through this storm what fortune love may bring,
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| back to my arms again 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 I find my faith deserting me.
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| This night is filled with cries of dispossessed children in search of paradise.
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| A sign of unresolve ambition drives the pin wheel 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 the innocents 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 the keys to my heart you will never find. |