you that create the diversity of the forms
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open to my words
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you that divide and multiply it
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hear my sounds
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I make yield league to you
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ancient associates
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and fellow wanderers
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you that move the heart
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in fur and scale
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I join with you
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you that sing bright and subtle
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making shapes that my throat cannot tell
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you that harden the horn
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and make quick the eye
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you that run the fast fox and the zigzag fly
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you sizeless makers of the mole and of the whale
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aid me and I will aid you
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I make a blood pact with you
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you that lift the blossom and the green branch
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you who make symmetries more true
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you who consider the angle of your limbs
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who dance in slower time
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who watch the patterns
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you rough coated who eat water
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who stretch deep and high
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with your green blood
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my red blood let it be mingled
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aid me and I will aid you
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I call upon you
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you who are unconfined
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who have no shape
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who are not seen
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but only in your action
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I will call upon you
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you who have no depth
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but choose direction
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who bring what is willed
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that you blow love upon the summers of my loved ones
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that you blow summers upon those loves of my love
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aid me and I will aid you
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I make a pact with you
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you who are the liquidness of the waters
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and the spark of the flame
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I call upon you
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you who make fertile the soft earth
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and guard the growth of the growing things
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I make peace with you
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you who are the blueness of the blue sky
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and the wrath of the storm
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I take the cup of deepness with you
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earthshakers
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and with you the sharp and the hollow hills
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I make reverence to you
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round wakefulness we
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call the earth
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I make wide eyes to you
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you who are awake
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every created thing both solid and sleepy
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or airy light
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I weave colours round you
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you who will come with me
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I will consider it beauty
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Invocation
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| The Incredible String Band |
