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The path is clear, though no eyes can see |
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The course laid down long before |
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And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen |
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Though many times they've seen the way to leave |
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He rides majestic, past homes of men |
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Who care not or gaze with joy |
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To see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair |
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The scene of death is lying just below |
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The mountain cuts off the town from view |
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Like a cancer growth is removed by skill |
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Let it be revealed |
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A waterfall, his madrigal |
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An inland sea, his symphony |
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Undinal songs urge the sailors on |
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'Till lured by the siren's cry... |
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Now as the river dissolves in sea |
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So Neptune has claimed another soul |
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And so with gods and men, the sheep remain inside their pen |
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Until the shepherd leads his flock away |
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The sands of time were eroded by |
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The river of constant change |
