(Blackmore/Lord/Evans)
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In ages past when spells were cast
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In a time of men in steel
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When a man was taught no special thing
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It was all done by feel
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So listen, so learn, so read on
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You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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Hear the song of lovely Joan
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Her sound so sweet and clear
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In the courtroom of the King
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Among children and the peers
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So listen, so learn, so read on
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You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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"Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn,
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on the foaming beach of the ocean,
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in the day of trouble,
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I shall be of more service to thee
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than three hundred salmon..."
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The hare he bounds across the page
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Past castles white and fair
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Past dreaming chessmen on their boards
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With a fool's mate as a snare
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So listen, so learn, so read on
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You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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"Three times I have been born
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I know this from meditation..."
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The bird he flies the distance
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From pages two to six
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Past minstrels in their boxes
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To the waters of the Styx
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So listen, so learn, so read on
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You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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Don't take the pictures lightly
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Listen to their sound
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For from their coloured feeling
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Experience is found
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So listen, so learn, so read on
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You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn
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"All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast,
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for I know what has been, what is now,
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and what hereafter will occur..."
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Listen, Learn, Read On
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Deep Purple |