Between the hidden flowing land
wherever orange lights a-glow.
To see the soft pale lines of sand
and where the eagle turns to go
yet never truly leaving,
he perturbs the plight of man.
Anchored in the days of yore
and never seeing what was seen before
through fear of what new things
we might recall.
An echo meeting with its source
whilst only loving those who love it not
and when we look to skies above and see the shining stars,
we wonder of what lies between
the earth and silver sphere
and what will become of all the things
which we truly hold dear.
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