There was a story, not long ago
it spoke of people you do not know.
It spoke of freedom
and dreams to come
and all the evils that shall be undone.
It spoke of nights and lonely days
of all the stardust, silver rays...
There was a story, of many words, much of it I've never heard.
I'm waiting still to hear it whole...
Waiting still
upon these shores.
Waiting still
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Waiting still There was a story, not long ago, it spoke of people you do not know. It spoke of freedom and dreams to come and all the evils that Read More

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