I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays...
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of a coming race
Where the books were found by the Golden ones
Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays...
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of a coming race
David Robert Bowie
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