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The lantern of the greening light |
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Will shine upon the path so bright |
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And show us ways we thought were lost |
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Through leave and dew and vine and moss |
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And though the heartless and the false |
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Who do not feel the seasons pulse |
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Will claim that we're both lost and wrong |
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To follow green light and birdsong: |
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We'll hold the lantern as our guide |
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To cross both time and river wide |
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Until such time we realize |
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The light doth shine from our own eyes |
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The desert storms with songs of God |
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The locust swarms on crop and sod |
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And candles drip their wax on sand |
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With flames by black wings fanned |
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And just beyond the candles' dance |
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The shadows held in flickering trance |
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A subtle glow, a stranger sight: |
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The lantern of the greening light |
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By rising sun or shining star |
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Those who can see where they are |
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Can walk behind the Lantern's light |
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And know the path they walk is right |
