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I set out on a longest road |
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To seek the answers from Death |
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I set out to the black sacred stream |
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To seek out and shoot a white swan |
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On desolate and stony paths |
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From a mountain to a vale |
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I reached the shore and saw it |
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Come into my view, the swan |
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I took the arrow and raised my bow |
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I aimed below the graceful neck |
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Under the white of its breast |
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Inside the red of its heart |
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The surface of the river calm and black |
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Reflects the sky, the pale moon |
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And there a glimpse caught of myself |
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I'm shattered, the vision is ruined |
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An arrow from the water |
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A serpent rips my mind |
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Into the black river of death |
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With a slash across my heart |
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My last sight a white swan |
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Behind the swan a starless sky |
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Under the sky a coal black river |
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Reflected a bone white moon |
