Look out, all in panic
We lost the way
I promise to be there, to care
How long do your rivers flow?
How narrow can your channels grow?
From where comes the discipline
to take only what's been given?
I heard chirpin' soarin' in melody
I wanna slow the temporal flow, but I know it's gotta go
How high can the man-child float
before his supplies cut short?
I fly to the lunar sea
and look back straight down to me
What is the source of knowledge?
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