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Wayfaring warrior soul- still wild |
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The archer stands |
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Arrow measured to the goal- sing of |
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Strong and living man |
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In his mind there is a vision wand'ring |
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Through the forest town |
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Telling of riches only given if through the woods |
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The way is found |
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Crying 'ah! beautiful dancers.. wake up |
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From your sleep! |
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Ahh! gentle romacers.. drink of love so sweet!' |
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Treasure glowing in their eyes- forest deepends |
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Dark their dream |
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'Keep to the pathways,' he advised, 'the woods are |
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More than they might seem' |
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'Heed you now the apparition bending never ending |
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Sounds |
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Calling you into her mystery- are your eyes |
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Nor sparkling now?' |
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Sighing 'ahh, take you no warning- make no |
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Foolish fight |
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Ahh, think not of morning- lie here |
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Through the night' |
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'Beauty take us!' they call 'in my arms!' |
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They hear her say |
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Silken web falls- mist illusion rips away |
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'Helpless! helpless!' now they scream |
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Helpless on the path he stands |
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And awakens from his dream singing string |
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Beneath his hand |
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Gentle archer ages old- release the aim |
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Free the goal |
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Roll your arrow to my soul- release the aim |
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Free the goal |