The young white ones
Ride at dawn,
In unfamiliar regalia
That still reminds you
Of the time before,
Back before even the Garden,
Before we were stardust,
Before we were wisps of thought,
Before She Dreamed us,
Before,
Before,
Before,
Before tomorrow.
Ride at dawn,
In unfamiliar regalia
That still reminds you
Of the time before,
Back before even the Garden,
Before we were stardust,
Before we were wisps of thought,
Before She Dreamed us,
Before,
Before,
Before,
Before tomorrow.
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