| The starlit sky offered bearing
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| My escort through the night
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| When heavens darkened it dimmed my way
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| And deprived of my guiding light
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| I must find my beacon
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| To let what’s dead come back to life
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| My capsized vessel weakens
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| The eternal red turns to night
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| Conformed to comfort
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| Our sanctuary it was worth the unease
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| It offered shelter and at bay in silence
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| The spreading disease
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| I must find my beacon
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| To let what’s dead come back to life
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| My capsized vessel weakens
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| The eternal red turns to night
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| I must find the beacon
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| Before dearth of light becomes my blood
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| And I must leave the forsaken
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| From the shadows of dusk into the light
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| The grace of the moonlit sky my sanctum
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| And the high seas only sometimes pacified
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| Soon reduced into a final resting
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| Still I’m soaring
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| Still I’m soaring
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| I must find my beacon
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| To let what’s dead come back to life
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| My capsized vessel weakens
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| The eternal red turns to night
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| I must find the beacon
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| Before dearth of light becomes my blood
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| And I must leave the forsaken
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| From the shadows of dusk into the light |