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Sep 2015
You were searching in the skies
While I was out in space
The last starship "The Disguise"
It's launch pad now in place
The planets hold no secrets from us
Our galaxy , our home
Leaving behind aerodromes
Near the advancing sea
Flooding ancient catacombs
Earth regains custody
All creatures hold the grudge against us
Yet , sad to see you go
I can see them watching, as you look down once more
They're opening the cosmic window
As we're closing the astral door
I can't help but shed a tear
As you're coming up to me
Now our path seems not as clear
As immortality
So our planets hold no secrets from us
Our tragedy once more
We'll transplant our generations
As we've always done before
Perhaps if we do things differently
Then again, I guess, I suppose
Plus ça change , plus c'est la même chose
A scroll from the City of Allusions -
From . ' The HodgePodge Assumptions '.
by sparX Kuijper © 1983
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