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.