Wher it had been left Hundreds of years ago Extract from the depth Is but a setting sun paradise is scace In this light that won't shine What is our earthly task But a worthy design?
Some held it in sight For scattered it may have been They're ready to fight In a priceless inkling The request is here Ready to resurrect What else can we do but recover the project
Our earthly design Can be so detached What crushes our desire Not to be trapped When the higher spheres Tell us to and not to Everyone agrees Demanding more veto Our earthly design Can we be so detached What crushes our desire Not to be trapped?
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