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The children of Albion are sleeping
bar two who lie in her womb
from tonight forever immortal
a whisper left here in this tomb
Above in the velvet black brilliance
bright pinpoints of light pierce the clouds
revealing the gods and their legions
in starlight the magic resounds
The darkness of night is now tainted
with the faint stain of light in the East
let's run up the hill, be on top of the world
in dawn shall our joy be released
We sat and we silently waited
as the sky took on more hues of light
bright orange splashes like paint on a canvaS
and no more was the blanket of night
Elation! at last the first fingers of gold
pierced our hearts like an arrow aimed true
laughing and dancing we bathed in the sunlight
recreated as the day was, anew
When at last the beauty had faded
and the sun a high orb in the sky
filled with wonder, we made our way downward
we had found the ultimate high
The spirit we met on the hilltop
sent us home on a wing and a prayer
an embrace that will last for a lifetime
Earth's reward for the childrn who dare
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