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ORACLE: THE DREAM
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I wandered home through silent streets
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And fell into a fitful sleep
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Escape to realms beyond the night
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Dream, can't you show me the light?
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I stand atop a spiral stair
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An oracle confronts me there
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He leads me on light years away
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Through astral nights, galactic days
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I see the work of gifted hands
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That grace this strange and wondrous land
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I see the hands of man arise
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With hungry mind and open eyes
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They left our planets long ago
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The elder race still learn and grow
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The power grows with purpose strong
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To claim the home where they belong
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Home to tear the temples down,
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Home to change
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