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The distant stars will be your only clue
A day comes when having to go under
To drop, fall to pieces without a cover
Complex, the motion of a sea true blue
Floating and floating, so few passersby
Past eternity with endless spaces
With no specific start, with no basics
Malnourished each wilts and withers and dry
Alone the journey will have to be made
Torn and tattered are the garments to bear
Woes and weaknesses will shed before there
Each worry and fear let then dissipate

Shake off the dust, never toughing a floor

Sitting on a pair of wings, start to soar





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