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52 lines
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Yes, you've probably all heard it, but what the heck...Mary has a great
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explanation on tape of how Leslie wrote the song (Mary, could I transcribe
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it and post it?), although I haven't heard the story yet about how it
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became the underground anthem for one of the democratic revolutions in
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Eastern Europe (Hungary? Mary, do _you_ know the story?)
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HOPE EYRIE
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(Well) worlds grow old, and stars grow cold
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And fate we never can doubt
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Time's cold wind whistling down the pass
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Reminds us that all flesh is grass
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And history's lamps go out
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(Refrain)
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But the Eagle has landed! Tell your children when!
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Time won't drive us down to dust again!
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Seasons turn while the far stars burn
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And people and planets age
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Life's torch passes to younger lands
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Time brushes dust of hope from his hands
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And turns another page
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(Refrain)
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We know well what life can tell
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If you would not perish then grow
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But today our fragile flesh and steel
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Have laid our hands on a vaster wheel
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With all of the stars to know
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(Refrain)
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We who feel the weight of the wheel
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When winter comes over our world
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Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes
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To a silvery moon in an open sky
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Where a single flag's unfurled
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(Refrain)
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From all who tried out of history's tide
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A salute to the team that won
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The old Earth smiles at her children's reach
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The wave that carried us up the beach
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To reach for a distant sun
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(Refrain x2)
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