Yet year on year the greedy tide
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Swelled from the west unsatisfied
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And ever with impatient fret
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Gnawed at the human banquet
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And many with madness in their eyes
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Stared gibbering at the white hot skies
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Where foul birds circled overhead
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Shadowing the living and the dead
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Southward to where the blood red sun
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Sickens at noon in vapours dun
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He stumbles with the fear-tamed herds
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Of savage beasts
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While homeless birds fly overhead
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Horn Of Destiny
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| Hawkwind |
