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| National Geographic |
Where's the rhythm
Of precision?
For those who lack the sight
To make the cut
That ends the night.
We are Prometheus
on a wheel,
Revolving in a world
unreal,
doomed to twist and turn
and weave
in an endless sea of make believe.
Send to us a Man of Might,
Whose strength
Whose strength
will save us from our plight,
Whose courage
Whose courage
will lift us from our lair,
And will restore to us
The need to care.
The dark night has a thousand eyes
Glittering in the night.
Glittering in the night.
The day has only one
Burning, scorching our sight.
The dark night has a thousand eyes
Burning, scorching our sight.
The dark night has a thousand eyes
While a blind man has none.
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