Dream imperishable, let there be


    this silver hope, lifeless and free,


    floating oer the heartless sea.


    The navy garment of the skies


    now clothes the world, ere it dies


    remembrance in this bitter clime


    a shattered light now more sublime


    than the grey and tattered pall of time.


    The silver light now overwhelms


    Driven now from savage realms


    argent light on pallid streams


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    carried forth on shattered dreams.


    Wishes made upon its light


    find their echoes in the night,


    Though light from distant spheres have fled


    from stars that might already be dead,


    but though that undead light might fall,


    its radiance will outlive us all.


    And we will pass to dust and shade


    before its light begins to fade.


    And through the passing nights and days


    we''ll live and dream beneath its gaze,


    then die beneath its distant rays,


    Now tell me, Nova, burning bright


    in the shadow, in the night.


    Tell me Nova, of your light


    that burns eternal in our sight.


    While swift we wilt now and decay,


    these pale shades that fade away


    And Nova, see as we go grey


    Tell the mortals, fading thus


    if you would make a wish of us.