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In darkness I found myself crawling on my knees
Fighting it off like a deadly disease
Clawing and scratching I tried to break free
In the distance a voice of light called out to me
Britannia! Britannia! Please wake from your sleep!
You’re falling! You’re falling! You’re going too deep!
Wake now my child or forever be lost
To make it back home you must resurface from the frost
The sound of his call pierced me like an arrow
I remembered who I was and took flight like a sparrow
I’m not home yet but I’m on my way
Thanks to the voice who called out to me that day
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