Oh knowing sky, what say you?
I look to you, clearest blue
for perhaps some sense of the new
ye who have seen man through his glory
through his plunders and his story
across his times of work and senseless worry
ye who have been with us always
a blanket for the many, even the fallen
we would that you cry out to us, ere we lose our calling
for perhaps some sense of the new
I look to you, clearest blue
oh knowing sky, what say you?
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