Rise,
my love, before the others wake.
Slip away and watch the morning
break.
The dew is cold, but you won’t
mind, there’s something you must see.
The virgin light may offer us a sign
of what’s to be,
So come with me.
Look ahead to mountains weeks away.
Here it’s dark, but there they’ve
found the day.
We could wander ever west to where
those mountains lie:
Every day a different land, each
night a different sky.
We’re bound to try.
Can’t you hear the ancient frontier
song,
Charging us to always move along.
Like the ones before we’re in a
tale that’s never done.
We will take it where we can, until
our time is gone,
Then pass it on.
It’s not new to be afraid of Time.
Won’t it help to make your journey
mine?
I don’t believe a tale must be a
sad one to be true.
It’s never been like me, and now I
know it’s not like you.
You love me too.
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