Oh chariot of insect
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Oh crown of wind
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Two royal leopards run with him
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On a golden lead of tapered vine
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Oh the blood sky, oh the blood sky
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Vine of a god running wild
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Oh golden seed who made the winged child
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Run, run my little one
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Run out to sea
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Run, run my little one
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What do you seek?
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The canvas is high
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The scheme of a life
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Written in the wind
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The pen, the knife
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Run my little one
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Breathe a hymn
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Breathe my little one
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A hymn to him
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To him
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The master is calling, calling
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The canvas is high
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The scheme of a life
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Written in the wind
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The pen, the knife
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Run, run out to sea
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Run my little one
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What do you seek?
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If you were his eyes
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If you were his dreams
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The whole of the sky could not contain you
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So run, run, run out to sea
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Run my little one
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Breathe a hymn for him
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For thee
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Seneca
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| Patti Smith |
