Pangea

In a certain way,

All thoughts will decay

And in the scourful hour,

Truth will gain its power

And all the words of man

Will go where they began

And I’ll hold your shaking hand cross the teary tired land

And you’ll hold my quivering hand

And I’ll hold your shaking hand cross the teary tired land

And you’ll hold my quivering hand

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