| I’ve got a death bone in my flute
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| The machinery of the salute
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| Said the Etruscan shepherd
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| I speak the language of the birds
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| But I won’t repeat the things I’ve heard
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| And the lamb lies down with the leopard
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| Let the phallus mark my route
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| With a lingam stone and a twin-head flute
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| Said the Etruscan shepherd
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| We’re more alive here in our tombs
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| Than you people in your rooms
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| And the lamb lies down with the leopard
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| We make love at the chariot race
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| Theopompus of Chios says
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| And I’m the Etruscan shepherd
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| Little birds are little girls
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| That fly like augurs through the world
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| And the lamb lies down with the leopard
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| The women go with anyone at the tomb of Triclinium
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| Said the Etruscan shepherd
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| The black-faced lion lies with the deer
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| The cat with the dove and the fawn with the steer
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| And the lamb doth lie with the leopard
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| Lightning’s not the collision of clouds
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| The clouds collide when the lightning allows
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| Said the Etruscan shepherd
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| Let us row to Elba’s shore
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| Where the copperhead people mine their ore
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| And the lamb lies down with the leopard
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| If you need me I’ll be whitening bones
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| Up beside the lingam stones
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| Said the Etruscan shepherd
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| Up on the hillside with my flute
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| Coaxing budding from the shoots
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| And the lamb lies down with the leopard
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| Naked through the universe
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| Dive in the sea to quench your thirst
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| Said the Etruscan shepherd
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| Death is a friend to the living ones
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| The hidden lining in darkness shines
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| And the lamb lies down with the leopard |