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I was but a traveler
Floating endless through the sea
On the other side of knowledge
Through the pliancy of dreams
And voices there upon the ship
Spoke of radiant place's splendor
Beautiful shores with sands of gold
Wherein exists no torment or pain

What was I looking for
What could I have hoped for
On the white ship I sailed through the night

As we traveled for the Land Eternal
We passed many a peaceful harbor
Where we could have found vibrant life
In a world known only in dreams
But vibrant was not eternal
So we continued upon our quest
Through misty lagoons of sparkling blue
And on through the pillars of the West
The land must be adorned by beauty unknown
Never before beheld
The land of eternal life
Which ocean secrets that had held

And as we left those shores of hope
And neared the end of the quest
The waters rose up before me
And fell there sharply beyond
The white ship and I were taken
Into man's withered and dying arms

What was I looking for
What could I have hoped for
The time that was mine was to parish with life
I was but a traveler  Floating endless through the sea  On the other side of knowledge  Through the pliancy of dreams  And voices there upon the ship  Spoke of radiant place's splendor  Beautiful shores with sands of gold  Wherein exists no torment or pain    What was I looking for  What could I have hoped for  On the white ship I sailed through the night    As we traveled for the Land Eternal  We passed many a peaceful harbor  Where we could have found vibrant life  In a world known only in dreams  But vibrant was not eternal  So we continued upon our quest  Through misty lagoons of sparkling blue  And on through the pillars of the West  The land must be adorned by beauty unknown  Never before beheld  The land of eternal life  Which ocean secrets that had held    And as we left those shores of hope  And neared the end of the quest  The waters rose up before me  And fell there sharply beyond  The white ship and I were taken  Into man's withered and dying arms    What was I looking for  What could I have hoped for  The time that was mine was to parish with life
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