Gliding closer to the source of all things
Ride the wild till the saturn-bird sings
Cresting high, feather storm in her rings
Exquisitely starlight
salvaging means
Renegades & satellites
Weave vital, brilliant wings
Whisper thread slip tight
Hear the saturn-bird sing
We'll fly up ahead of the night
Like renegades & satellites
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