| And the slightest confrontation way dissolved before the start
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| Each man belonged to each as one clear hand
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| Asking only comfort creation, he divided to the heart
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| Each man open set sights to new lands
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| And do remember you, the first to venture
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| First to gain, exploring daylight
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| Clearer than the Talloplanic view
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| And there they were inside
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| The Moorglade to move and to chant
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| All through force to position
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| As rhythm raced inside the ship came alive
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| And was struck to the soul of perception
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| And raised our head to space beyond all the mass mountains
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| The sun they were headed headed
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| Word of life rejoice the sunlight
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| Course the flower to open wide
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| Open, they ride, climb into the dark sky
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| Such a moment kindly lingered
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| They set sail from Tallowcross
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| A light to lead you
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| Is taken from the mass land to the east
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| As words are spoken
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| All courage be the token as the feast
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| Wide eyed removing
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| The precious moment we have seen |