| Dear Departure, what cruel fate have you planned?
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| Fly with no recourse, maim with no remorse
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| The helpless through the land
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| Tell your boldest to set the blackest sails,
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| While the sun provides a temporary guise
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| 'fore the endless storm that trails…
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| Dear Departure, who’ll fill the sea with fire,
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| fall from ashen skies as the tide does rise
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| to reclaim the rogues and liars…
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| A serenity, unbeknownst yet all too familiar…
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| Perhaps a sign of what was to come?
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| Who knew that such majesty’s resplendence rose in fear and flight?
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| Who knew such travesty? |
| Such pitch black Godless night…
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| We’re stood on the edge of the Earth
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| We’re gazing out at the untold
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| A world that we will never know
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| Providence favours the brave,
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| like all before who ever dreamt,
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| the only way is to fall, fall…
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| Soar, Soar, higher than before
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| Soar, Soar, higher than them all
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| Soar, Soar, higher than before
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| Soar, Soar, far beyond their walls |