| Out in the deserts of darkness and dreams,
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| Out though the oceans of sadness we sailed.
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| Venturing onwards through mystical scenes,
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| Blown on the whim of the wind that prevailed.
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| We had no reason to doubt the truth,
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| Driven by danger and discontent,
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| And the drums of youth.
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| Don’t let the memory die,
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| Childen of the sky, heroes of the sea.
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| And as your life passes by,
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| Remember how it feels to be Children Of The Sky
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| Searching on mountains of wisdom and fears,
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| Searching in forests of feathers and snow.
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| Travelling through valleys of secrets and tears,
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| Where only the brave or the foolish would go.
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| Watching for signs in an empty sky,
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| We never thought that the rain would fall,
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| As the years went by.
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| Don’t let the memory die,
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| Childen of the sky, heroes of the sea.
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| And as your life passes by,
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| Remember how it feels to be Children Of The Sky
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| (Instrumental Section)
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| Don’t let the memory die,
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| Childen of the sky, heroes of the sea.
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| And as your life passes by,
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| Remember how it feels to be Children Of The Sky
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| «Just the place for a Snark!"the Bellman cried
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| As he landed his crew with care;
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| Supporting each man on the top of the tide
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| By a finger entwined in his hair.
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| The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies —
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| Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!
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| Such solemnity, too! |
| One could see he was wise,
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| The moment one looked in his face!
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| But the danger was past — they had landed at last,
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| With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:
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| Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
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| Which consisted of chasms and crags.
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| He served out some grog with a liberal hand,
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| And bade them sit down on the beach:
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| And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand,
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| As he stood and delivered his speech. |