| You are, you are,
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| You are the moment Martha’s madman came out of darkness,
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| You are the eyeglass of the nearly, nearly blind,
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| You are the footprint in the sand of Easter island,
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| You are the fusion in the furnace of the sun.
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| I am the captain cried across the lonely sea,
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| I am and I’ll be what I’ll be,
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| I am the soldier sang across the lonely field,
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| I am and I’ll do whatever I feel.
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| You are the time between solar fire and the silence,
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| You are the last chord in the symphony of the lost,
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| You are the sign between the high road and the low road,
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| You are the pen in the moving hand of time.
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| You are the last post played by the Alamo soldier,
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| You are a spaceman at the very edge of time,
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| You are the single shaft of sunlight in the night time,
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| You are the coolness in the very heat of the fire.
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| You are the moment Martha’s madman came out of darkness,
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| You are the eyeglass of the nearly, nearly blind,
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| You are, you are |