| I was but a traveler
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| Floating endless through the sea
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| On the other side of knowledge
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| Through the pliancy of dreams
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| And voices there upon the ship
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| Spoke of radiant place’s splendor
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| Beautiful shores with sands of gold
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| Wherein exists no torment or pain
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| What was I looking for
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| What could I have hoped for
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| On the white ship I sailed through the night
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| As we traveled for the Land Eternal
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| We passed many a peaceful harbor
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| Where we could have found vibrant life
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| In a world known only in dreams
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| But vibrant was not eternal
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| So we continued upon our quest
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| Through misty lagoons of sparkling blue
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| And on through the pillars of the West
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| The land must be adorned by beauty unknown
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| Never before beheld
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| The land of eternal life
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| Which ocean secrets that had held
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| And as we left those shores of hope
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| And neared the end of the quest
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| The waters rose up before me And fell there sharply beyond
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| The white ship and I were taken
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| Into man’s withered and dying arms
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| What was I looking for
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| What could I have hoped for
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| The time that was mine was to parish with life |