| Vanguards, we conquer the sky and land —
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| In search of the tomb made of glass and sand
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| Once found, we shall carve a path
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| Retracing the steps of decades past
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| Daybreak, only moments away
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| The Centauri stars arise into grey
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| These towering clouds flicker and wane
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| Rays of light connect with the rain
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| As we fight the new found gravity
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| The storm is building
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| Gaining intensity
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| Stars erased from the shattered sky
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| Shrouding the new world we glorify
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| A journey inward may end in defeat
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| For life as we know it was made by machines
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| As time moves forward into morning light
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| Take heart as we advance with broken sight
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| To break the chains of orbit
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| We will sacrifice our blood and forfeit
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| Countless days and endless toil
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| For rain, air and fertile soil
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| As we fight the new found gravity
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| The storm is building
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| Gaining intensity
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| Stars erased from the shattered sky
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| Shrouding the new world we glorify
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| A journey inward may end in defeat
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| For life as we know it was made by machines
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| As time moves forward into morning light
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| Take heart as we advance with broken sight |