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Send Your Love-Sting

Finding the world in the smallness of a grain of sand
And holding infinities in the palm of your hand
And Heaven's realms in the seedlings of this tiny flower
And eternities in the space of a single hour

Send your love into the future
Send your love into the distant dawn

Inside your mind is a relay station
A mission probe into the unknowing
We send a seed to a distant future
Then we can watch the galaxies growing

This ain't no time for doubting your power
This ain't no time for hiding your care
You're climbing down from an ivory tower
You've got a stake in the world we ought to share

You see the stars are moving so slowly
But still the earth is moving so fast
Can't you see the moon is so lonely
She's still trapped in the pain of the past

This is the time of the worlds colliding
This is the time of kingdoms falling
This is the time of the worlds dividing
Time to heed your call

Send your love into the future
Send your precious love into some distant time
And fix that wounded planet with the love of your healing
Send your love
Send your love

There's no religion but sex and music
There's no religion but sound and dancing
There's no religion but line and color
There's no religion but sacred trance

There's no religion but the endless ocean
There's no religion but the moon and stars
There's no religion but time and motion
There's no religion, just tribal scars

Throw a pebble in and watch the ocean
See the ripples vanish in the distance
It's just the same with all the emotions
It's just the same in every instance

There's no religion but the joys of rhythm
There's no religion but the rites of Spring
There's no religion in the path of hate
No prayer but the one I sing

Send your love into the future
Send your precious love into some distant time
And fix that wounded planet with the love of your healing
Send your love
Send your love

There's no religion but sex and music
There's no religion that's right or winning
There's no religion in the path of hatred
Ain't no prayer but the one I'm singing

Send your love
Send your love

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  • WE ARE ALL MADE OF STARS

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    By: Moby
    From: http://www.mobymusic.com


    growing numbers
    growing in speed
    can't fight the future
    can't fight what I see

    people they come together
    people they fall apart
    no one can stop us now
    'cause we are all made of stars

    slow slow slide come come
    someone come come come
    someone's gonna come
    some of us come
    even love is a goin' 'round
    we can't ignore what is goin' 'round
    we came when no one was goin' 'round
    we can't ignore what is goin' 'round

    efforts of lovers
    left in my mind
    I sing in the reaches
    we'll see what we find

    people they come together
    people they fall apart
    no one can stop us now
    'cause we are all made of stars
    people they come together
    and people they fall apart
    no one can stop us now
    'cause we are all made of stars

    slows us light come come
    someone come come come
    even love is a goin' 'round
    you can't ignore what is goin' 'round

    slowly rebuilding
    I feel it in me
    growing in numbers
    and growing in peace

    people they come together
    people they fall apart
    no one can stop us now
    'cause we are all made of stars
    people they come together
    and people they fall apart
    no one can stop us now
    'cause we are all made of stars

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  • Thalia, whose name means "blooming", is the Muse of comedy and poetry in ancient Greek mythology. In her hands she carried the comedy mask and the shepherd's staff.


    Muse of Comedy, her name derives from the Greek thallein (to bloom). She is depicted as a young woman crowned with an ivy garland, holding a mask and wearing ankle boots. She presided over comedy and pastoral poetry.