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I stand atop a spiral stair

An oracle confronts me there

He leads me on light years away

Through astral nights, galactic days

I see the works of gifted hands

That grace this strange and wondrous land

I see the hand of man arise

With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planets long ago

The elder race still learn and grow

Their power grows with purpose strong

To claim the home where they belong

Home, to tear the temples down...

Home, to change.

--Peart

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