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A long wind a weaving mind |
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Over all the land the wild flowers grow, |
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Echoing kind to kind |
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On that day when I found the iron stone |
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Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain |
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Ever the seas rolled on and o'er my heart |
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They roofed their slates of grey |
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The iron stone I found it on that day |
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The iron stone I brought it home |
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Heavy in my hand I brought it home |
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Black as the thoughts of doom |
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A man told me it came from the moon |
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Flying through time it flew |
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Upon the long beach where I found it |
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Dancing horses told their tale |
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Among the stones it called me |
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There my hand it knew |
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Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight |
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Forests and centaurs and gods of the night |
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Never that sun shone on |
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Where high Atlantis raised her shores |
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How sang the dragons of the sea |
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Love paints the carts with suns for wheels |
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The jester's bauble, cap and bells |
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The brave, perhaps, Mustachio |
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Sir Primalform Magnifico |
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The dragon me with golden toes |
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And golden fire my flaming nose |
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And memories, memories |
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My cave was bright with sulky gems |
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That paled the stars like diadems |
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Silver lost and buried gold |
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Such was my home in days of old. |