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A Glorious Dawn (Symphony of Science Cover):
[Lyrics by the late great CARL SAGAN unless otherwise notated!]

[Intro...]
I'm not very good at singing songs, but, here's a try...
If you wish to make, an apple pie from scratch,
You must first, invent the Universe...
[Fin.]

Space is filled, with a network of wormholes,
You might emerge somewhere else in space,
Some-when else in time.

The sky calls to us,
If we do not destroy ourselves,
We will one day,
Venture to the stars.

A still more glorious dawn awaits,
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with four hundred billion suns,
The rising of the Milky Way.

The Cosmos is full beyond measure,
Of elegant truths,
Of the exquisite inter-relationships,
Of the awesome machinery of nature.

I believe our future depends powerful,
On how well we understand this Cosmos,
In which we float, like a moat of dust,
In the morning sky.

But the brain does much more than just, recollect,
It inter-compares,
It synthesizes, it analyzes,
It generates abstractions.

The simplest thought like the concept of the number one,
Has an elaborate logical underpinning,
The brain has its own language,
For testing the structure and consistency of the world.

A still more glorious dawn awaits,
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with four hundred billion suns,
The rising of the Milky Way.

The sky calls to us,
If we do not destroy ourselves,
We will one day,
Venture to the stars.

[Original lyrics.]
Since the dawn of time, we have crossed the line,
At the edge of what is known,
Always asking why, it is you and I,
In this Cosmos all alone.
Now we're in our prime, Sentient sublime,
As a species we have grown,
Now its just the sky, that we will defy,
As we enter the unknown!
[Fin.]

How lucky we are, to live in this time,
The first moment in Human history,
Where we are, in fact,
Visiting other worlds.

A still more glorious dawn awaits,
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with four hundred billion suns,
The rising of the Milky Way.

(Repeat.)

The surface, of the Earth,
Is the shore of the Cosmic Ocean.
Recently we've waded a little way out,
And the water seems inviting.

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