1. Voyager

From the recording Garlands

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Sometimes it gets a little lonely up here in space
There's nothing else up here, 'cept metal and crystals in this place
My journeys end is never nearer only dark and cold outside
But the views I have are mine, and mine alone I could not share them with anyone.
Flying headlong through a cloud of gas.
Slingshot round an alien moon.
Looking back in the distance, I'll be a billion miles away soon.
No empty grave or rust for me I will fly on for eternity.
Don't weep for me, just smile...I may be gone for a while..

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