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[ti:Still] |
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[ar:Peter Sinfield] |
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[al:Still] |
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Still I wonder how it is to be a stream |
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From a dark well constant flowing |
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Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels |
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Yet feel no need of knowing |
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Still I wonder how it is to be a tree |
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Circled servant to the seasons |
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Only drink on sky and rake the winter wind |
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And need no seal of reasons |
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Still I wonder why I wonder why I'm here |
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All my words just the shaft of my flail |
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As I race o'er this beautiful sphere |
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Like a dog who his chasing his -- |
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Tailors and tinkers, princes and Incas, |
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Sailors and sinkers, before me and like me... |
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Still I wonder how it is to be a bird |
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Singing each dawns sweet effusions |
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Flying far away when all the world has stirred |
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Yet seek no vain conclusions |
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Still I wonder if I passed some time ago |
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As a bird, or a stream, or a tree |
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To mount up high you first must sink down low |
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Like the changeable tides of the |
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Caesars and Pharoahs, prophets and heroes |
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Poets and hobos, before me and after me all the |
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Painters and dancers, mountainside chancers |
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Merchants and gamblers, bankers and ramblers |
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Winners and losers, angels and boozers |
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Beatles and Bolans, raindrops and oceans |
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Kings, pawns and deacons, fainthearts and beacons |
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Caesars and Pharoahs, prophets and heroes |
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Poets and hobos, before me and after me... |
