Oh do not wish for a thing
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'Lest the gods punish you with it all
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The things you¢¥re looking for you'll never find
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In this life
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For all the auguries vague
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Oracles drunk with a sulphur spring
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Still sought the three-faced Hecate
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Cursing holes
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On moonless nights
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For what is more
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Forever or never more
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Never or forevermore
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Seek not the glories of the world
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The fleeting beauty of things soon gone
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The flowers of the meadow that spiders suck
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Black as disease
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Don¢¥t look for coins in the ground
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Don¢¥t turn the roadside carcasses
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And don¢¥t you loaf too long on a crossroads
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On moonless nights
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This for good kings of Argos
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This for their gold and silk
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Opium, honey and milk
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Up on the navel of the world
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Beneath the Mother of Serpents
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The fear of life
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Burn our future sibylline
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In the fires of a Roman dream
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Where do we go
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Mother of serpents
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I don¢¥t want to know
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The night and Erebus proclaimed
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And threefold Hecate of hundred names
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Who minds or who revenges injured love
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On moonless nights
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Oh don¢¥t eat the yellow snow
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And don¢¥t you never give all thy heart
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Don¢¥t believe the voices of the dead
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On moonless nights
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This for a coin from the ground
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This for what¢¥s already mine
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- Never ever look behind
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Our mother of the Serpents
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Mother Of Serpents
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| Babylon Whores |
