| All along the western shore, where the sea meets the sky
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| No remaining gates of gold, where once they stood high
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| In the pride of flesh and blood, built on walls of sand
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| Dreams of glory swept away, never destined to stand
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| Shine on, shine on deep in the night
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| Shine on, shine on ever so bright
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| Light the way for the children of the shadows
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| Reaching down to the legions of the lost
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| Light the way for the children of the shadows
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| Counting the cost
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| Towers streching to the sun, cities known of old
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| Many by the sword have fallen, both the weak and the bold
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| As the ages come and go, so the seasons of man
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| Holding on to a pale reflection, as it fades again
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| Shine on, shine on deep in the night
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| Shine on, shine on ever so bright
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| Light the way for the children of the shadows
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| Reaching down to the legions of the lost
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| Light the way for the children of the shadows
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| Counting the cost
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| Ever remaining the chosen Son, given the name of the Holy One
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| Through the centuries never changing
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| From the present to the past, by Your hand the future is cast
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| What a tale the past would tell, if the ruins could speak
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| Through a glass we are darkly peering
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| Knowing now what we seek
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| Shine on, shine on deep in the night
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| Shine on, shine on ever so bright
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| Light the way for the children of the shadows
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| Reaching down to the legions of the lost
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| Light the way for the children of the shadows
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| Counting the cost
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| We will stand against the night |