Amidst water lily fields white and green
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Grows a tree
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And from the tree hang apples
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Not for you to eat.
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In a way it matters more
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Than it did before
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To see the East voyaging through
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True hearts of dunes
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Mirth
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Birth
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Reverie
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There in harmony
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Somersault caravans of fools
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As he passes for reply
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To sing his songs again.
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He sways to kiss the horizontal ground
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And from the ground a dove rises
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And as a mark of honor
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A mask is left behind
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Mirth
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Birth
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Reverie
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There in harmony
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To gentle form and noble force
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Calm and vast his voice cascades
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From this gentle stage
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Calm and vast the city lies
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On a horizontal ground
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Kind and calm Julius lies
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For Octavian to prevail
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Mirth
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Birth
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Reverie
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In harmony
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Traverses the peninsula
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Aeolus with his whisperwinds to strike
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With his gentle kisses the righteous
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And wise and doom ambitious praise
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With his will his will and order
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Mirth
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Birth
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Reverie
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Amidst water lily fields white and green
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Grows a tree
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And from the tree hang apples
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Not for you to eat
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Beneath the heaving sea
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Where statues and pillars and stone altars rest for all these
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Aching bones to guide us far from energy
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Mirth
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Birth
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Reverie
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Julius Caesar (Memento Hodie)
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