Shall I tell a tale of love and of jealousy
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And of how a mortal found her own destiny
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Born a maiden of luminous beauty
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And revealed she was a flower so heavenly
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But by this admiration I'm doomed you see
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The smite of a goddess upon me
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Now I'm sent to wed one of dragon-breed
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Oh dear Venus I meant no impiety
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And so the girl was left alone on a mountaintop
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Until with gentle breath Zephyr she to a palace brought
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For the fates have dained not Venus's wishes wrought
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But instead that those famed arrows would share her heart
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We had happiness there but in secrecy
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In darkness we loved without need to see
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But convinced to unveil his identity
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Great winds, betrayed, flew fast away from me
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And so she wondered on the land searching far and wide
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While he lay sequestered by his indignant mother's side
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She prepared to face the implications of her desire
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Approached the gates where Habit seized her and made her cry
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Oh trouble and sorrow please leave me be
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Has your mistress no heart to bid me clemency
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I love her most sweetly and fervently
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'Tis only of this I am guilty
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Then the goddess drug her to a disordered heap of seeds
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Commanding before night the sorting task must be complete
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The mess of lentils, corn and barley and poppy seeds
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Did loom impossible to weary and worn Psyche
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I stand overwhelmed with humility
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But hark underfoot, earthborn you pity me
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Oh nimble nurselings rush to my need
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Dear brothers and sisters of humanity
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Took each grain by grain
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Made piles of the same
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The light of nature came to me
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Oh Myrmidons oh gentle beasts
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I asked you not, still you saved me
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Such diligence grant me this lesson teach
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Now consciousness have I to keep
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But not enough this single victory
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Bid she was impossibilities
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To collect the golden fleece
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The waters from the cruellest peak
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And the beauty of Persephone
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These three more tasks completed she
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Afraid she was but never weak
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Then when cast in Stygian sleep
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Love flew and roused her from the deep
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Oh counsel above, oh Jupiter
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You welcome me into your theatre
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With this golden goblet of ambrosia
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I'll cherish the lessons I've learned from the
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Tower and greenery
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And the royal bird's great beak
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The ants who rescued me
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Yes it takes strength to receive
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Song Of Psyche
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Mirah |