| When I was born I had no head
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| My eye was single and my body was filled with light
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| And the light that I was was the light that I saw by
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| And the light that I saw by was the light that I was
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| One light, light that is one though the lamps be many
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| And many’s the time that I’ve crossed by the river
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| And I saw no tollman and I needed no ferryman to cross
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| And I enjoyed the world aright
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| For the sea itself floweth
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| And warm I was and crowned
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| But one day walking towards the river
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| I saw a tollman with an angry face
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| And many’s the time I passed his tollgate
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| And paid no silver and paid no fee
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| But rather I did hide my sheep and goats under the bags of oatmeal
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| And cold I was, no crown did I wear
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| But if you’re walking down the street
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| Why don’t you look down to the basement
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| For sitting very quietly there is a man who has no head
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| His eye is single and his whole body also is filled with light
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| One light, light that is one though the lamps be many
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| And as he sits there so he will walk all among you
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| And the streets are his and all the people
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| And even the temples and the whole world
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| And many’s the time that he walks to the river
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| And seeing the tollman and seeing the ferryman
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| The light within him leaps to greet them
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| For he sees that their faces are none but his own
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| One light, light that is one though the lamps be many
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| You never enjoy the world aright
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| «Till the sea itself floweth
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| In your veins till you are clothed
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| With the heavens and crowned with the stars» |