| I went on a journey to distant galaxies
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| The reason for my travel were black holes that I’d meet
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| I could barely make out the earth I left behind
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| Some would call it coward but I have called it wise … desperately wise …
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| Way above the dark clouds — here I could avoid the rain
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| And it was beyond doubt it would suffocate my pain
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| In my iron rocket, searching for a golden sun
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| I could not conceive that I was actually on the run … not an easy one …
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| The old man then cut my dream as he started to talk
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| Of old times and tyranny, of bombs and of war
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| He spoke of a different world and his eyes were so wise
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| That moment, so valuable, made me realise …
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| Learn to let go — don’t endure it in vain
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| Know that a rainbow follows close upon rain …
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| Far away we travel, but it’s here where we can find it inside
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| Farewell to old friends but a welcome to life!
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| Learn to let go and find — don’t endure it in vain
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| Know that a rainbow can never arise without rain …
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| Far we expect the sun — but right here it will hide
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| Farewell to old friends but a welcome to life … that’s a reason to survive! |