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......We sailed from sense, brought all our young
We sailed from where we once begun while we wait while we wait
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone...
Ruins or relics... deciples and the young...
LIGHT touch my hands and I dream of golden skans from now on you can forget our future plans...
Night touch my hands with the turning golden skans from the night to the light all plans are golden in your hands.......
We sailed from where we once begun while we wait while we wait
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone...
Ruins or relics... deciples and the young...
LIGHT touch my hands and I dream of golden skans from now on you can forget our future plans...
Night touch my hands with the turning golden skans from the night to the light all plans are golden in your hands.......