| While passing through the clouds of diamond dust
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| As two mock suns arise beside our one
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| The sundogs guide the way towards the east
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| And set behind the valley of calm trees
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| The destination
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| Unfamiliar sands
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| Amongst the ice fog
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| A DC-8 awaits
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| Our means of travel
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| To visionary worlds
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| Let us imagine
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| Down in the valley the calm trees are swaying in time (we can’t avert our eyes)
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| Down in the valley the flowers are food for the mind (no sign of passing time)
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| Over the hills where the mountains are tumbling down (a place of natural wonder)
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| Visions are clear as we notice the three suns align
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| Upon arrival
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| The dust and deserts drone
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| And no resistance
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| Could keep us from all time
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| There is no notion
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| In visionary worlds
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| Let us imagine
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| Travelling over the valley we feel the breeze
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| Taking in everything that there is to be seen
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| The suns in the distance are moments away from the dream |