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When the seas freeze
And fish fly
From the fisherman’s hook
It is time to get hie.
When the land burns
And the rivers are dry
Then it is time to look
For a world in the sky
Oh, it’s better to run
Before the sun explodes
Before the land melts
And this world implodes
Up there, just
A star-ride away.
One dreamful sleep and you’ll wake
In a new place to stay