| With all the legends that the century sings
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| And it’s vision bring to life
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| While foreign waters breathe against the shore
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| And the wind plays ore it’s rusted fife
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| I see the ships of a friendly fleet
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| And a song so sweetly sounding
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| And gentle souls who think not to defeat
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| As across the waves they are bounding
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| And then the thoughts of all the days this time
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| They have been confined without reason
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| And in the matters of their health and wealth
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| They cannot be defined but as treason
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| But go where and find the better life
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| As in the name of love you have freed them
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| Nd those you need not you have left behind
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| And those you keep in mind you know to heed them
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| Across the bridge, across the river
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| Where we’ve never been before
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| Within and out of worlds around us
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| And in the light of finding more
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| We always easy understood that
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| It was no good not to explore
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| But never really understood that
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| It was no good just to ignore |