(Dickie Peterson, Leigh Stephens, and Peter Wagner)
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The lady folded
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Her silver hair
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Behind her back
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With the strings of a veil.
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And cut me a pack
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Of a famous sword
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Sharp to East
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Her magnitude
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That made the table
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In an infinite tangle.
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And then the darkness came
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And wrapped on velvet feet
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And here through the window
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I saw a quickening eye.
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Reflecting time
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In the blowing night
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And pulled the shade
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To a clear green game
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And from the visions
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Riding heavy sea.
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And from the visions
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Riding heavy sea
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That cast the ships
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Into a sink as man
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And burn the ringing
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Don't wanna carry inside.
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Then the morning came
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Lapping up the winds
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From the tainted table
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That was serving time
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It's silver spoon
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That was breathing stars
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Images flown
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Like the birds of high
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Wings in the sun
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What a blessed sight.
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Sun Cycle
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| Blue Cheer |
