| … «I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me.
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| Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit
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| of the staircase» …
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| … «I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure
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| spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. |
| I was overwhelmed
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| by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life,
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| a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. |
| I saw now how
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| meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things …»
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| I wandered home though the silent streets
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| And fell into a fitful sleep
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| Escape to realms beyond the night
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| Dream can’t you show me the light?
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| I stand atop a spiral stair
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| An oracle confronts me there
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| He leads me on light years away
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| Through astral nights, galactic days
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| I see the works of gifted hands
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| That grace this strange and wondrous land
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| I see the hand of man arise
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| With hungry mind and open eyes
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| They left the planet long ago
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| The elder race still learn and grow
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| Their power grows with purpose strong
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| To claim the home where they belong
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| Home to tear the Temples down…
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| Home to change! |