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And our time is flyin' see the candle burnin' low Is the new world rising, from the shambles of the old. Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again Wandering & wandering, What place to rest the search The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth |
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