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.