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- Once, there was a ship of stone
- That orbited a mighty star
- And from it flew the first ship's crew
- Whose children we all are
- And no matter how long we've grown our track
- Still over our shoulder looking back
- Through the hydrogen's hiss and the methane's moan
- Past the polymer clouds of the dead star shrouds
- All our roads run back to the ship of stone
- there the first crew all were made
- and wakened from unknowing sleep
- by the boundless sight
- of heaven's height
- and the fires of the deep
- and no matter how strange the forms we wear
- how warped and wild, how rich and rare
- how changed we've made the seed we've sown
- we are the lot of those who singing rose
- from the body of the ship of stone
- and there our own ships' frames were formed
- to grow blue-glowing wings
- and spread them wide
- to the farthest tide
- where the last lone beacon sings
- and no matter how tight the net they knot of our web
- where the [????] of light is caught
- how strange and lost
- how grand they've grown
- they too desire all heaven's fire
- our comrades since the ship of stone
- once, there was a ship of stone
- clear-domed, broad-hulled and clean
- where the air shone blue
- through whose holds birds flew
- and whose decks were growing green
- and no matter how odd these things may seem
- as [????], as shards of dream
- they are not a dream that you dream alone
- all ships, all men are of one kin
- we shall not forget the ship of stone
- Don Simpson / Kathy Mar
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RW03c9MJAk
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