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Don't you cry, though it may seem
you were born into a dream.

There's another race to run:
you were not the only one
standing in the morning sun,
waiting though it had begun.

May you never run aground
or fall into the deep deep sound.
Stormy weather turns to blue:
here's a song to take with you...

Whereto from here?

Not Quite Entirely Antiquated: Some of the Usual Suspects:
(brought to you in Alphabetical Order by Surname)
Ancient History:

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