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Starlight
They follow the trails in the stars to new worlds where they'll live.
Hands that once worked to build great ships now they pray and wish.
Is there a future out here?
Can we survive?
Is there a safe haven?
Under starlight.
From the heavens above we descend into home.
To the terraformed lands of a custom biome.
Free of tyranny we make art in the night.
And that's where it starts in a new world's starlight.
We are home.
And we are no more made to roam.
A pledge of allegiance to beauty and wisdom as we begin our new lives.
Safe from oppression and darkness we build on the mistakes we made and bring light.
There is a universe here.
Now we can thrive.
A new civilization.
Under starlight.
From the heavens above we descend into home.
To the terraformed lands of a custom biome.
Free of tyranny we make art in the night.
And that's where it starts in a new world's starlight.
We are home.
And we are no more made to roam.
Mastering purity, finest of art.
Paintings and movies, made from the heart.
Songs about beauty, poems about love.
Humanity's duty is to spread it all over space.
Here we are, the human race.
From the heavens above we descend into home.
To the terraformed lands of a custom biome.
Free of tyranny we make art in the night.
And that's where it starts in a new world's starlight.
We are home.
And no more shall we roam.
Hands that once worked to build great ships now they pray and wish.
Is there a future out here?
Can we survive?
Is there a safe haven?
Under starlight.
From the heavens above we descend into home.
To the terraformed lands of a custom biome.
Free of tyranny we make art in the night.
And that's where it starts in a new world's starlight.
We are home.
And we are no more made to roam.
A pledge of allegiance to beauty and wisdom as we begin our new lives.
Safe from oppression and darkness we build on the mistakes we made and bring light.
There is a universe here.
Now we can thrive.
A new civilization.
Under starlight.
From the heavens above we descend into home.
To the terraformed lands of a custom biome.
Free of tyranny we make art in the night.
And that's where it starts in a new world's starlight.
We are home.
And we are no more made to roam.
Mastering purity, finest of art.
Paintings and movies, made from the heart.
Songs about beauty, poems about love.
Humanity's duty is to spread it all over space.
Here we are, the human race.
From the heavens above we descend into home.
To the terraformed lands of a custom biome.
Free of tyranny we make art in the night.
And that's where it starts in a new world's starlight.
We are home.
And no more shall we roam.
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