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don't you fear the turning tides all is ending on the cosmic strings we ride never ending once from out of depths of time we were rising once again, time after time there will be another dawn now before the gate we stand waiting for the last command silver trumpets' call welcomes us home on a lonely globe in space all is ending but I will see this place again there will be another dawn now before the gate we stand waiting for the last command silver trumpets' call welcomes us home so before the gate we fall and the longing is no more another journey is over welcome home From Letras Mania