| A night sky that is covered in stars is a brilliant map of time
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| And therein burns an evening star; |
| so brilliant, so bright
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| But if a people forgets the source of its light
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| The map is a series of long lost paths
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| Follow this evening star, as long as it’s bright
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| For as long as it’s bright…
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| And I have seen the evening star fast fading.
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| I have seen the evening star long faded.
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| A fading star, a fading life
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| A fading map in the night sky
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| And lo! |
| A new dawn will rise!
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| Without this star in the sky
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| They’ll act as so it were not
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| As if history didn’t be
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| And lost are the times of old
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| And thus, a land without a history… |