| The messengers with sharpened heels
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| Flew backwards into whose galloping arms
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| And the impassioned Phoenix
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| Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction’s tomb
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| Then come to me secretly
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| And with your silken feather
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| And with your silken feather
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| Open your rooms
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| Never, in fact, as he gazed amazed
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| At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected
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| And the archetypal postman delivering your seed letters
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| Whose eyes are black eggs really
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| Upon a long shore, upon a long shore
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| Open your door, open your door
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| 'Ask anyone,' he muttered, as he spat a small
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| Brilliant blue insect whirring into the gauze
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| 'I would advise stilts for the quagmires
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| And camels for the snowy hills
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| And any survivors
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| Their debts I will certainly pay
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| There’s always a way, there’s always a way
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| I smiled with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
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| That has proved that oysters cry
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| And that I have come to know and accept as myself
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| And plucking a barbed feather from the morose universe
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| I called him deathless
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| And he left before he could reply
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| Open your eyes, open your eyes
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| Our first father, Abraham, whose bosom
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| Was the unique soul of the humans
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| Was certainly as bewildered as we are
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| If not infinitely more so
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| And with an ancient ceremonial gesture of dismissal
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| He pointed forward
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| Verily, verily
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| Verily, verily
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| The first day was golden
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| And she coloured the sun
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| And she named it Hyperion
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| And she made it a day of light and healing
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| The second was silver
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| And she coloured the moon
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| And she named it Phoebe
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| And she made a day of enchantment and the living waters
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| And the third was many-coloured
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| And she coloured the earth
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| And she made a day of joy
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| With the scarlet strength of seed
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| In the fourth black and white were mingled into quicksilver
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| And she coloured Mercury
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| And she made a day of wisdom
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| And the signs that are placed in the firmament
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| The fifth was bright blue
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| And she envisaged Jupiter
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| And she made a day of awe and circles, circles
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| And she sent it to guide the blood of the universe
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| The sixth was burning with icy, green flames that glowed white
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| And of her beauty she made Venus
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| And she made a day of love
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| Whereby all beings are united
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| The seventh was rich purple of the mollusks
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| And she coloured Chronos
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| And she made a day of idleness and repose
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| Whereon all beings cease from struggle
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| Verily, verily
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| Verily, verily
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| I am the pebble in your very own eye
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| I am the sword and your enemy dies
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| I am the storm and the hurricane wind
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| I am the thorn of an unkind friend
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| I am desire what colour my eyes?
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| I am Loki wizard of lies
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| Catch me, find me, see me if you can
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| I am the guilt of an honest man
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| Then seven times we raised our arms and with cat-stretch
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| Sent our footspells yawning into the multitudes
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| In need we called upon the mother of all living
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| Three times for succor
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| But with ambitious spears they made us change
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| They crouched behind their mirrors and fought on
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| I will not allow them praise
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| That broke the harmonious globe in splintered fragments
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| And yet they moved perforce with a perfect pattern
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| And complemented harmony with dischord
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| And light with darkness
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| It was then that we stepped out of our world machine
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| Between the palm and the fingers
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| Peeling like gloves
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| And for each eye that shed one tear
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| We made of that tear an ocean
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| And in the five directions
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| We loosed our several craft
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| Wild sea, I say today
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| Please be a sweet cow for me
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| Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
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| Gentle as lightning, easily
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| Take me to the root of the world tree
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| Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
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| Your face is consumed in a bruised sky’s glance
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| By the brazen wall with your sword and lance
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| Where iron-eyed your sight was cast
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| Where dappled maidens, endless danced
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| Round the root of the world tree
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| Wild sea, I say today
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| Please be a sweet cow for me
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| Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
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| Wild sea, my love is salty for me
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| Every ripple in her body is a wave in me
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| Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea |