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Listen my son to what I tell you |
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I who hold the Reins of Time |
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The passageways are dark and narrow |
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The Snowy Ranges hard to climb |
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High Himalayas she's an icy stallion |
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Warmed by the blood of men who love to ride |
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But do not mount her, till you are ready |
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Or be like me and sorely tried |
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The bride of Christ, she's too hot to handle |
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Like fire through the fingertips |
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A ruby sword, a golden pommel |
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The Queen oof Death pressed to the lips |
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Down in the valley the bulls have assembled |
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White tusks gleaming in the night |
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A grave before them, bones of desire |
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For I have long since taken flight |
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As I lay sitting in the sunlight |
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My wounds do slowly, slowly heal |
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The Royal Nights, the Golden Laterns |
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The mountains horns round me peel |
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High Himalayas she's an icy stallion |
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Warmed by the blood of men who love to ride |
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But do not mount her, till you are ready |
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Or be like me and sorely tried |
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