In recurring dreams the delphis speaks. Carrying upon the open sea.
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Priests to the temple of the king of the gods to behold prophecy.
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Oh great Colossus all the world doth
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shine in the splendor of the oracle's shrine.
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And in the golden light of the opulent
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flame that floats atop the heavenward sea.
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The servants have travelled far and wide
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for only to stand by the oracle's side.
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Whilst Pythia bathe in glistening
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Castalian springs and sip of Kassotis...
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and visions appear before the stone...
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I can fly-on wings of gold up to heaven-one with me.
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I send my soul out to thee.
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Set me free.
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Master of the lyre and thy muses fair.
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Thy will command attention as thy chariot soars
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through the air.
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Apollonian Realm
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Garden Of Shadows |