| A rhyme of poets, a melody
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| Wrapped in a dream
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| The elvensong has gone, to another realm
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| Stand before the new born kind
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| As young and fresh as the Spring in bloom
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| The song is telling stories
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| Every little is a gain
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| Tells of joy, it tells of pain
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| Pathfinders… searching for new scents
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| We are pathfinders!
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| Rulers of a reign without throne and
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| Crown «Thou will shall be done!»
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| Beyond our bounds
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| Wondering, seeking and roaming
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| The unbeaten paths
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| Face future learning from the past
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| Lay down no bounds
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| To the things you can do
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| Everything’s in your hand
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| Look up to the Moon
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| All we are gathering, shall we not fall
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| We’ll hold (we'll hold on)
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| We will meet again
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| This time my dear old friend
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| Singing our song, we went abreast
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| We plunged into a deeply cloven track
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| May the stars shine
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| Upon the end of road, now you can’t tide
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| Stand before the new born kind
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| As young and fresh as the Spring in bloom
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| The song is telling stories
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| Every little is a gain
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| Tells of joy, it tells of pain
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| Pathfinders… searching for emotions
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| We are pathfinders!
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| Rulers of a reign without throne and
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| Crown «Thou will shall be done!»
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| Beyond our bounds
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| Wondering, seeking and roaming
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| The unbeaten paths
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| Face future learning from the past
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| Lay down no bounds
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| To the things you can do
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| Everything’s in your hand
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| Look up to the Moon
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| All we are gathering, shall we not fall
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| We’ll hold (we'll hold on)
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| We will meet again
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| This time my dear old friend
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| If you can’t express what you feel within
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| Remember not only words can speak
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| If a pen killed more than sword
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| Let this tune be your own word!
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| A new journey begins each time
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| (hear my call)
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| You draw lotsfor new things to find
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| We are willing to endure the chance
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| Lay down no bounds… |